This tape started it all. Sometime in 1988, Jason R., dressed in a ripped T-shirt and black trench coat, handed me this tape. "Check this out." I looked at the cover, standing there in the middle of the high school cafeteria, and I KNEW. By the light of the burning police cars and the gothic script, I could see a world to which I ALMOST belonged. I've been searching for the Fresh Fruit ever since that day.