Thursday, October 27, 2005

"Becoming well known in Detroit is about as difficult as shitting your pants, but not nearly as cool."

I miss the 'zines of the 1990s. I miss the vile rants, the pre-9/11 nihilism. I miss the crappy collages Xeroxed at the Detroit Public Library. I miss the inside jokes about CCS professors and short-lived bands.

Thanks to the miracle of the information superhighway, everyone can
read this 10(!) year old essay from Fuck Everything #2. Even though most of the references are long gone (and greatly missed), it still amuses me.

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