It is said that man is nothing but the sum of his ideas. That to know a man truly is impossible without understanding his failures. His attempts at success. For without this record of non achievements, we are left with solely a carefully crafted synopsis: the man, were he a blurb on a book jacket or a paragraph written under #65 in the Maxim Hot 100. “See here what is of benefit to only me.”

To fully know a man is an unpleasant thing. To not only feel the blood pumping in his flesh but to live with the dead skin cells that quietly conceal all that is beautiful in thickening layers of dust. So come with us as we search beneath the fridge. As we uncover the dust bunnies of truth. As we make our way through the absurdity of convention. As we uncover a man.