there once was a lad.
a good lad. a regular lad. a lad who just happens to enjoy markets, black hoodies, product launches, and staring thoughtfully into the middle distance.
sometimes strangers point at him and say, “wait a second...” that's when lad reminds them that his eyes have been responsibly redacted, which obviously settles the matter.
is he vl*d? no. his name is lad. please try to keep up.





