The truth behind me wanting to do a zine again is in that my roommate but a copy of Cometbus in our bathroom. There's a quotation in this issue, called "Lanky," about how "punks are the glue that holds society together," and while that seems like something that might work better when walking down the streets in Berkeley, I sympathize with the sentiment. As we all get older, who does things for one another for no other reason but the love it besides religious freaks and punks? Secular conciousness, I tell ya.

So it's snowing like a globe in MJ Fox's hand and no one will go see the Rapture with me. Ain't that sad?