Now Hiring Smiling Faces: Tomorrow Is An Asshole

If you've ever held a job that grabbed you each morning with the suffocation of a mad straight jacket and squeezed hard until all meaning and value were reduced to whimpering, greedy lies then you'll understand - understand why Ralph Pearcy had to strike back and write his way out of this horrible mess. See, he started out a face smiling, but left howling with insane laughter that was every bit as fitting as the shrunken gloves on O.J.'s hands. And the fit only gets better a few years into the future, as you'll soon see . . .