ALWAYS READ THE SMALL PRINT:
The original purpose of this publication is one of much
importance. Although at times it may be vague, it is most
definitely a solid purpose both in idea and in manuscript. There
is a 'cause' that I'm working toward at thIs moment in my life,
and this cause is one that I hold near and dear to my heart. It's
a cause that I'm not ashamed of or afraid to admit, although
surely some will scorn me for it, I am still going forward and
making this publication to support that cause. That is the
purpose.
Let me back up a bit… It was just a few years ago that I
first started making self-publications (the ones that are
written, designed, and produced by no on other than myself). The
first few were fancy multi-page flyers for a couple of bands I
was in at the time. Others were catalogs for things I was trying
to sell in the state I was living. Without giving too many
details (something you may dispute later) there was always allot
of risk involved as I attempted to make these things cheaply or
even for free. Why was I so thrifty in my frugal ways? Well I
was, am now, and with any luck will always be… poor (mind
you I didn't say it would be with any good luck). That's what I'm
talkin' about here. It's all about me. Me me me me me! But I'll
get back on track in a moment.
Right now I'm at my favorite coffee shop in Pensacola, some 3
thousand miles from where my last favorite coffee shop is located
and some 10 thousand miles from where my next one could be. On my
way here I walked by my neighbors house when a splatter of spit
skittered aside my shoe. I looked up at the menacing maw of
Mary's maniacal mug grinning gaily, going "Hey Rex, what's
up?". I yelled up to the balcony that hangs off of Rymodee's
room, "Hey! I'm gonna go try and do an entire zine in one
day so I'll have something I can sell in New Orleans when we go
there tomorrow!", "You wanna contribute
anything?". A smile stretched across her mohawk crested face
exposing teeth too perfect for facial harmony. No sign of hard
times there. Fresh fruit for rotting vegetables. Ha ha ha, the
list goes on… Sorry Marry, I'm just kidding. "No, but
maybe Rymodee might have something, hang on!". After a few
seconds, a four-eyed bowling pin poked over the railing and at
first surprises me (thinking it was going to be Rymo), then makes
me all happy. I giggle out, "Hi Sam, I'm gonna try and make
a zine in one day so I can sell it in New Orleans when we go, you
wanna contribute anything?" Sam's expressions rarely change,
and this is no exception. He sternly, yet comfortingly replies
"I'm busy trying to get my own zine (called "Strap
Yourself In") done before tomorrow!". Rymo finally
happens upon our ridiculous exchange and interrupts me when I
attempt to ask him the same question "Rymo, I'm trying
to…", "I'm busy writing my novel, sorry!".
So, as you can guess, this entire venture is going to be written
by one person, and one person only. Me! Yahoo, what's new.
Many people who will end up with this darn thing probably already
know me as the guy that hassles everyone at Sluggo's (downtown
Pensacola, Florida) every time he gets a new issue of his other
zine (PTBH!zine / 309 N.6th Ave. / Pensacola, FL 32501 / $1 + 2
stamps) out 'cause he's always trying to get that almighty dollar
in exchange for the chance to either hate or love whatever he has
to say on paper. Sure, it's a gamble, but some people like to
gamble. Unfortunately, those people don't always like to read as
well.
So, there you have it. Now, back to my cause… The 'cause' is
because I'm poor. The purpose is to write enough crap between the
covers of what you're holding now to not only make it worth the
$1 you (better have) gave me, but to also insert enough
interesting & true tidbits about whatever I think is true and
interesting to make you feel like you didn't get ripped off in
the process. Sound interesting? Yes, it's true. I just never have
had any interest in lying to make things sound better than they
really are. Isn't that interesting? Yes, true that.
Now, with all that behind us now, let's move on. I'm still not
really sure what I'm gonna put in this issue, so there's really
no way I can warn you or tempt you either way. Sorry Charlie.
"Buy This Zine…" is the brain (dead) child of Rex
Ray who also does "PTBH!" zine and currently lives in
Pensacola, Florida. Any and all text and/or photographs in this
publication are NÓT copyrighted, so do what you want with it.
Just give credit where credit is due. Copyrights are stupid and
besides, who would want to duplicate any of this crap anyway?!
Thanx for buying this thing. You just earned 100 cool-points!
Contact: Rex / 311 N.6th Ave. / Pensacola, FL 32501 (send $1 for
a copy)
email: rexray@hotmail.com super-nerds go to: www.23skidoo.org