A short zine about a weekend trip on a Greyhound bus to go see the Unnatural Helpers’ record release show in Seattle. Okay, so this is nice enough and I totally understand the impulse to cannibalize your own experiences into art, which is the impetus behind much (most?) art, whether it be great or terrible. With that said, I found this pretty boring—although there’s a good twist on the story at the end, even that can just be filed under “weird shit that is pretty normal if you’ve ridden the bus a lot.” Can I propose a moratorium on writing variations of the punk/Greyhound travelogue over and over again? Can we all start riding the bus in secret? Maybe the reason the Greyhound looks so anemic in the logo is because zines have been feeding off it for so long. I like that this guy wants to tell his story, but the set he’s using is weary and decrepit from being passed around for so long, and I hope in other efforts he finds new places to stage it. –Dave Brainwreck ([email protected])