It’s your birthday & you still go to work, your wife made tuna sandwiches for lunch despite not liking tuna, but at least there’s a nice can of tomato juice to go along with it. The tires from your car got jacked, but that’s okay because you can just take a metro van ride to work. Maybe you’ll have to walk a little distance to work still, but that’s fine because your co-workers are throwing you a bash at the office so it’s gonna be a total chill day.  You then suddenly witnes

Poor grades, Benetton polos, local drug-pushing bullies, pricey gym memberships & pricey steroids. Welcome to the mid-90’s. Or, Juventud...