We had a myth project in my design class. I chose mine around the idea that riding public transit in a major city is terrifyingly traumatic, though after watching a drunk prostitute eating slices of pizza out of a coach bag while flirting with a guy with several drainage tubes weaving in and out of his abscessed arms, I’m not quite sure it’s a myth.
Apologies to whoever this guy is. This photo was the only high-enough resolution I could find that I could crop and photoshop psudo-meth mouth into.
