A man's true nature is often represented by the magazines in his bathroom, from the fandom of Sports Illustrated, to the intellectualism of The New Yorker, to the intellectualerism of Highlights. But if you're into battling hoecakes you spit hella game to before they became bitchass marks, then amp your bathroom with Four G's.
Having just dropped the second-ever edition of their 2x-yearly glossy, Four G's takes its name from four areas of focus united only by their unseemly awesomeness: Graffiti, Guns, Girls, and Ganja. Gats're covered by raw pics of badass weaponry (Ingram Mac-10s, IMI Uzis) popping off a stark white background, abetted by stat lines including the caliber, rate of fire, and new/used price; the graffiti tip can include deep discussions on paints and interviews with artists, but the meat's 100+ ill pics of city art (organized by crew) tagged on everything from buildings, to fences, to train cars, giving transient hobos something to talk about other than beans. Meanwhile, girls arrive via pictorials set in decidedly industrial locales (caged overpasses, decaying parks...tanks) employing decidedly curvy ladies in boy shorts and bras, each including a brief bio covering age, zodiac, ambitions, etc; herb's done up almost identically, with numerous tantalizing shots of dripping bud backed by a stat sheet including the scent, taste, and type of high for each featured strain, and predictably, no category for ambitions.
If ordering up current/back issues doesn't do justice to your love of all things Libertarian, the e-shop also pimps a handful of artist-collab tees, plus bandannas patterned with icons representing the Four G's, which'll provide ample cover for your own unfortunate highlights.