Golam had to laugh at that one. He was a sucker for the existentially dark misfit infomercial. Had been for over 30 years. He remembers that original post-punk car commercial where the acerbic, sophomoric creepoid in leather with a retro-James Dean haircut nervously Mr. Bojangled his tight white ass all around the Suburu saying things like "This rod is God! This junk is punk! You think I'm sick? At least I ain't slick! I make you wanna puke? At least I ain't from Dubuque! Stop kidding yourself! BUY THIS CAR! What? Grunge getting to your head? Now you act dead..." and then he would completely turn his attention away from you and jump into the vehicle taking off into what looked like the great American desert.