Phillip had put them in his cart almost automatically. Special editions, limited-run paint jobs, re-releases of vintage favorites – anything and everything new went straight into Phillip's cart and home to the collection. But a chance encounter – a shining golden stroke of paint caught his eye and interrupted his mechanized actions and thoughts. A brief vision of adulthood, an image of his father hunched over his planner, flashed into Phillip's mind.
There was nothing wrong with loving the trappings of his childhood...but if he was to be honest, Phillip had never embraced adulthood, not really. Maybe it was time.