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man,i didnt have nowhere to do zines in frisco.i wanted to do zines-shit,i had to do zines.i had shit to say!i wisht i could do a kill zine like mrr.i was but a lowly street punk then.i had no means at my disposal.aaron and c-money(chris)what i met at yonder soup kitchen had a great house i could live in.there was a few catches though-first off(the bad news)it wasnt a house(or,haus,if your white(which you probably are,since this site is so white they oughtta call it racebook))it was a pickup truck with a boat turned upside down on the back,which was converted to a abando'd green tortiose that was purple squat/crash pad,to,like,crash in(duh).so,like,if i took enough acid to relax,i could draw some zines.it was tough goin' for awhile and shiznit,but i stole some weed and got some cool pages goin and fucking shit(it was on 49th and fulton).the fucked up part(and shit)was,it was fucking rainy season.so,like,i'd get stuck in there and the sun was like,awol,so,y'know,i had mushrooms growin' on my psyche like nike,anyfucking way...about this time i was couchin'it in berzerkeley at swami pastrami's pad,and he's about ready to kick me out,because i've been pulling the mooch scams we all grew up on in new york before we got probation...so his roomate was flirting with me and shit,so,right before they mobilized to present a unified front to give me the boot,i started fucking her(she wads way hot),and that way i kept that studio too,where i had access to massive color supplies.well,the problem was,i started helping those cats sell acid on the side,and of course i was munching on the shit like bubble gum,getting paid in cut rate deals a'laq grateful dead,who had signed a peace warrant with west coast punks(after the summer of hate peace park war of 84).so,i was crashing on both sides of the bay-but the situation led to insomnia.the n judah ran sparsely,so i would score some crank and hoof it over the disneyland bridge.but when i crashed at my girls pad,i dreamed i was going over to frisco.then,in frisco,i kept dreaming i went to berzerkeley.then,i found shit i drew in my sleep i couldnt remember.but,if i was dreaming then,and now i found dream articles interwoven with reality,showing up while im asleep here and waking up there,then who really finished these zines,and how interwoven to the fabric of reality were they?did i even put them out?or was it all my subconcious mind,laying subliminal messages on my head in a bum power trip up?it was a fucking headscratcher,let me tell you-and all this because i wanted to be the best fucking zine artist in the world.ive fucked probably a million people of all 11 sexes since then,and all i can say is-real madness 4 will be out in,like,a monbth.buy it-its my new comic and its smokin.teenage d,ni228,in yo face-peace out to swatch and kika,the safari sistas,tlc 4 eva,im bobby mad,cats rule dogs drool,ramones forever,peace(is not the word 2 play)

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