IN A WORLD WHERE UP IS DOWN AND BLACK IS WHITE, WHERE CHICAGO-STYLE PIZZA IS DEEMED BETTER THAN AN NY SLICE, WHERE KENT WAYNE IS NOT JUST PERSECUTED FOR HIS ZANY WRITING, BUT HIS ONE DUBIOUSLY DESIRABLE TRAIT… “I’m sorry, Kent,” the black market tech swivels away from a grungy, tri-panel display of flickering monitors […]

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