Choose Your Own Misadventure: 309
The opus of two perpetually stoned malcontents, Choose Your Own Misadventure: 309 allows the reader to choose their own path through a journey that traverses the hinterlands of a metropolis and the gritty, decaying urban husk that is Philadelph itself. The human-landscape has been shaped by the violent collision of base instincts and conditioned consumer responses. Consume and fornicate! Fornicate and consume! In a world that has been sucked dry, paved over, and strip mall acne'd, there ain't no wrong choices, 'cause there ain't no right choices! An absurdly funny, nihilistic stumble and fall, it is sure to delight and disgust, confuse and appall. Good lawd good lawd good lawd...
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