about 5 years ago I was in Boston visiting a friend at Harvard and while wandering around Cambridge I found an indie book store that sold a bunch of strange zines (Zines are small self-published magazines for the unknowing). Among them was something called Guinea Pig Zero. I picked it up and flipped through it a little and realized with shock and arousal (that's right) that this was a seriously fucked piece of journalism/writing in my hands. It's a magazine by and for professional human guinea pigs - the people pharmaceutical companies conduct tests on. It's the absolute strangest, most voyeuristic, shocking, damaged and dark thing I've ever read. I bought it.
A few years go by and I lose/forget about the magazine until I see a news report about a drug study and the light-bulb goes off in my head. I google it and they have a website.
The whole idea of someone doing this as a job is so far beyond reasonable it's absurd. And intriguing.

