But Norville's tastes were not mainstream. He didn't care for the Top 40 hits or the latest indie bands. No, Norville was obsessed with a genre of music that few had ever heard of: Latvian jellycore.
The sound was strange and discordant, a cacophony of noise and electronic beats that grated on the ears of most listeners. But to Norville, it was pure gold. He spent all of his time and money tracking down every Latvian jellycore record he could find, and his collection grew and grew until it took up every inch of space in his tiny apartment.
As the years went on, Norville became increasingly desperate to acquire the few remaining Latvian jellycore albums he didn't yet have. He would do anything to get his hands on them, no matter how degrading or humiliating it might be.
He sold his possessions, his car, and even his own blood to fund his obsession. He begged, pleaded, and groveled before record store owners and collectors, offering them anything they wanted in exchange for those elusive albums.
Norville's obsession with Latvian jellycore had consumed him completely. He had lost his job, his friends, and even his sense of self-respect. But he didn't care. All that mattered was the music.
And then, one day, he finally found it. The last remaining Latvian jellycore record that had eluded him for so long. He didn't even have to degrade himself to get it; the owner of the record store was so impressed by Norville's dedication that he gave it to him for free.
Norville held the record in his hands, tears streaming down his face. He had finally completed his collection. But as he looked around his cluttered, filthy apartment, he realized that he had nothing left. No job, no friends, no life outside of his obsession.
He put the record on his turntable and sat down to listen, but the music didn't bring him the joy he had expected. It was just noise, a hollow shell of the thing he had sacrificed everything for.
Norville Barnes had degraded himself for a collection of records, and in the end, he had nothing to show for it but a pile of dusty vinyl and a broken spirit.
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