"Judy!" a McDonald's worker yelled at Dylan as he walked into Penn Station.

From that day forward, it was solidified. One random pink name tag he’d worn for exactly one day turned Dylan into Judy almost everywhere he went.

Judy he was, and would be, forever more.

Dylan reveals how a bag of old political pins led to 100 custom name tags, a tattoo on his chest, two bowling shirts from a dead woman in Pennsylvania, and a very awkward naked skydiving experience in Austin…

There’s really no other context I can give here. Judy speaks for herself. 

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