When I was but a young lil nerdling in middle school & high school, I was ripped. No, I wasn’t born that way. I didn’t work out. I wasn’t a jock. I was a music fan.
If you don’t see the connection, well, you obviously didn’t grow up in the 1990’s. Back then, anyone who cared about music more than listening to the radio probably carried around a CD case with all their favorite tunes, and I was indeed a greedy little n00blet and brought my massive CD collection everywhere with me, because you never knew when your Kill ???em All disc would come in handy (which for me was practically every day’stupid school bus).