Just pour it out nice and easy, like you were talking to a friend.

This'll be my second saturday in a row when I haven't been out and been liberally social. Rather than watch reruns of come dine with me with my dad I decided to make some books. So I checked out DIY binding, bought the shit to do it, printed off issues 7, 8, and 9, bought 10 beers, got home, put on Piebald and got to it. There's only been 5 made cuz they take ages to make and I was unsure of how they'd turn out, but I like 'em and I'll try to make more. Plus, making books at home makes me feel better about being drunk with my parents at home on a saturday night.

Wild Turkey, Shitty Job

So recently I have started working again after a year. Kourvka. Everyone exeperiences "shitty job". It can kill. Issue 10 will have a collection off the shittest jobs my friends and I have worked. Today my spirit was broken by a haddock that didn't conform to packing weight. But enough about me. As of tomorrow issue 9 will be ready for action. It's text heavy and full of disillusionment, but hey, at least it's something to read. Fucking art zines. Last night I paid £2 for a bunch of photocopied pictures. No point. Anyway, Here's a very old Lucida console page from 2003. i'd like to write more write now but drinking wild turkey bourbon after a 55 hour week blah blah....my shit sux. Paypal orders will be accepted when the working week wild turkey has stopped kickin my ass.