Here it is, the third issue of "For Crying Out
Loud". Just as a quick intro, I usually put these things out
for two reasons. #1, because I can get this zine out more often
than the much thicker one I do (PTBH!zine - at the same address
$1+2 stamps for most recent copy), and #2 because I can sell it
and make a couple of bucks because I'm usually unemployed and
this crap ends up being my bread and butter. This issue, I've
added a new reason... I was talking to my friend Andra not long
ago when she told me she was writing something that she wouldn't
mind printing. Then she asked if I'd like to print it for her.
Well, I usually don't take submissions from other people, and I
don't know why anyone would want their ideas to mingle with mine
in the same context, but whet the heck, why not?!
So, I made the all-too-familiar trip over to the coffee shop across the street from my house and dredged up some less than popular details from my past then typed them onto my ancient computer trying to include as many interesting details as I could remember. I'm sure it's gonna end up being another one of those things where someone will invariably come up to me and complain about the fact that I wrote an article about myself instead of about Bouncing Souls or something. Sure, it's just a story from my life, and we all have stories of our own, but this one is mine. If you don't want to hear about it, then you're welcome to close this zine right now and get back to reading that boring band interview or even worse, you could spend the evening watching your television set. I'm doing what I can to get by on my own creativity without selling my values or morals, I encourage anyone else to do the same.
On that note, if you got this in the mail and you want to send me a zine, I can't guarantee that I'll review it, or that I'll send you anything back (unless you say what issues you already have), but I'll sure do my best.
Reviewers: "For Crying Out Loud" is published almost
monthly and costs $1+a stamp in the USA. It is assembled by Rex
Ray and is usually written completely by him with the exception
of the rare contribution that happens once in a while. The
writing is usually classified as personal and non-fiction.
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