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Chances
are that if you've ever called or written to Fugly, Martin's the
man you spoke to. He pretty much runs the place. Whenever he's
not passed out behind a dumpster or slumped over his desk, that
is.
If you've ever received a drunken, rambling, threatening email
at three o'clock in the morning, consider yourself special. That
doesn't happen very often anymore, although it used to be almost
a daily occurence.
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