1. You are considered only a cog in the ongoing takeover of your neighborhood by your industry. Although I’d like to disown, on behalf of the sane people who work below the line and live here in Venice, the pricks they talk to in that story.
2. You use your recently acquired Liter Beer Mug, which you dragged all the way back from Munich, Germany, to drink an unintentionally ginormous smoothie.
Lord help me.