One man’s short anecdotes—not reliving the glory days of an angsty-hardcore teenage to young adult life—but short excerpts reliving some seemingly small moments and relationships that, over time, turned one lonely old man into one lonely old anarchist. What follows are a series of hyper-condensed declarations painting modern society as a dangerous and self-destructive machine. Suffice it to say it is nothing we haven’t heard, especially in the punk/DIY community, but I did enjoy the way they related to his life’s narrative. The true stories of a teenage “sidekick” to a drugged-out degenerate in the 1960s might be something I never get to read about in a zine, and I’m hoping this is a pessimistic view. The photos inside are suggestive and disturbing and perfect, and not something I would ever want to take with me and read on the bus because I don’t like to talk to strangers when I commute. The cover alone is a real conversation starter. I kinda love the cover. –Simon Sotelo ([email protected])