Picture it: NYC, 2011. It’s the beginning of rush hour, and I’m just finishing up a display. A man approaches me and asks me for some Clearasil. I think this is a normal, run of the mill customer with a normal, run of the mill question. Y’all, I can’t even begin to explain how not […]
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