Look, some guy who works somewhere that has a black filing cabinet and a really depressing snap-together gray workspace got a tattoo of that Shintaro Kago cover we ran on the 4-ACO-DMT Issue. That's pretty great, and it just goes to show you that even if you've resigned yourself to wearing that horrible modern bank teller blue button-down shirt and pleated black slacks as you plop down into your corner of misery to crunch numbers, submit reports, and snack on Funyuns from the vending machine (which always seems to be half-empty with Balance bars and Baked Lays, godfuckingdamnit) while mouth-breathing your own farts, you can still totally be your own person and express yourself.
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Look, some guy who works somewhere that has a black filing cabinet and a really depressing snap-together gray workspace got a tattoo of that Shintaro Kago cover we ran on the 4-ACO-DMT Issue. That's pretty great, and it just goes to show you that even if you've resigned yourself to wearing that horrible modern bank teller blue button-down shirt and pleated black slacks as you plop down into your corner of misery to crunch numbers, submit reports, and snack on Funyuns from the vending machine (which always seems to be half-empty with Balance bars and Baked Lays, godfuckingdamnit) while mouth-breathing your own farts, you can still totally be your own person and express yourself.
