What do you get when you combine alcohol, fashion design, and the nastiness of Truman Capote without any of the Tru-Man's legendary word-smithery?
THIS:
I am a man on the run. As far as the Party is concerned, I am the living embodiment of subversion. Of social breakdown. Of chaos. In the meantime, I provide you with penetrating reviews of hopeless bits of geek culture and links to the strangest, most absurd, and just plain interesting corners of the interwebs.
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