All you poor, pathetic New Yorkers who pay $2500 a month to live in a studio apartment the size of Gary Coleman’s philtrum: it’s time to get cozy. A bearskin rug won’t fit in that shoebox you call a hovel, but a rat skin rug sure will. If you’re cool with getting murdery and then crafty, then you can make your own by collecting these little fuckers anytime you’re waiting on the train at 4:00 in the morning, leaking pee into your American Apparel tights, trying to figure out why your cigarettes are soaking wet and covered in glitter, and wondering why Planned Parenthood won’t reply to a text that says, “Dudez im need Morning aFter Pill 2morow text me back,yo. Gunna bone this dude 4 rillzzzzz.”