For ten issues, the Geez has been haunting us, breathing his thick coffee breath over our shoulders, stinking us up, scaring us, shitting on our industrial complex. And now it’s all over. But don’t despair. Back issues, like radiated warts on the face of a working man, available for the price your life is worth, namely, nothing. Life at all costs in the face of the mega-industrial breakdown, Sam gives us hope, and takes away that hope. By way of goodbye, a quote: “And how much I’d miss my hard earned spit.” And how much we’ll miss the wet lucre of your bile seeping down on our soft pink faces. (This just in. Had to stop the presses. Coffee, Smokes, not dead. Number 11, unexpected, arrives like a nuclear accident on our door-step).
zine / #10 / main creator: Sam Geezer / free / 82 Primrose Crescent, Brampton, ON, L6Z 1E3