It's a miracle. We'd long ago passed off L Magazine box #3577 for dead... but no, it lives. Plucked from the streets (we guess?) to add zest to this hep bachelor pad, we can only assume little #3577 was exposed to all manner of yucky things on "the inside" (key parties, Xbox, the films of Joe Pesci). For reasons we do not know, we kept the whole ordeal a secret... until now. So yeah, dude, if you see this, could you please put the box back on the street? (And maybe lose the area rug, too.)
Thanks to tipster Don.