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RECOLLECTION One bright day, I-and-eye ate some acid in the evening, skated home, and holed up in my shared bedroom alone with the lights off. I was hearing things. Terrible noises of the town being shot down. This is it, I thought to myself. Persecution mania. If the whole world is going tits up, then I am going to hide. Some might call it the fear. I think I wanted to believe that it was really Armageddon, so I got good and convinced. I was hearing all kindsa gunshots and military police barking orders over bullhorns. I can’t tell you how long I was in there like that, going crazy, thinking over the pattern of my own personal consumption 7

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Bad Jobs #1  

The first installment of William Z. Saunders’ “Bad Jobs” recollects being punk in the rural south and other bad jobs....With illustrations b...

Bad Jobs #1  

The first installment of William Z. Saunders’ “Bad Jobs” recollects being punk in the rural south and other bad jobs....With illustrations b...

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