
It was the 90s, and it was a very different time. I think I may even have been wearing a leather jacket. And that hair (look how much there is!) was dragged straight out of a motorcycle helmet.
Not that the new one is so great, but apparently this is how you have to look if you want to be compliant with the war on sanity.
Do I look like I’m all dosed up on Soma? Good, that means I’m probably fooling the cameras. They’re watching. They never stop. (Watch them back!)

