Your Own Worst Enemy
“Man, this Scott guy is one fucked-up dude.” According to Scott, that’s the gist of my review of his last issue. I can’t remember too much of that ish, but this one is still fucked-up. However, it is also entertaining. Scott’s fucked-upedness has expanded its range of hues to include amateur-pro-wrestling, diary entries and befriending wacky schizophrenics. His ongoing list of “5 Things I Learned Today had me shaking my head and laughing in amazement and/or embarrassment (Sat. July 25, 98: #5. Most of the people at the Beaches Jazz Festival are ugly.; Wed. Aug. 5, 98: #4. I want to try spanking again.). I can’t resolve my conflicted desire to both proclaim Scott a big loser (cf. Karaoke, theatresports, his snoopy tie) and to revel in his trials and tribulations. On top of all that, my roommate thought that the piece on golden showers was tame but I was entranced by the subtle and considerate way a boy (not Scott) eventually ends up being pissed on by his girlfriend. (TD)
zine, #2, 36 pgs, $2, Scott Simpson, Cygnals Multimedia, Box 40024 RPO Marlee, Toronto, ON, M6B 4K4,