Chun was already dancing among the religious fanatics, his twin katanas flashing silver death as he decapitated and disemboweled the fear-struck aggressors.
This issue: Heavy. Take a look at the table of contents. No pop. All rage-filled whatever. It’s about time to listen to a little ska or something. I’m kidding.
This report was compiled by asking people at parties to talk about sex, and then trying to remember what they’d said the next day when the alcohol wore off.
Sociopathic-but-sensitive lowlifes attempt to pull off the greatest plotline theft in history, but (all together now, folks), things don’t go quite as planned.
October: Two nervous breakdowns, a drug O.D., major surgery, child-birth, moving, rehab, and numerous occasions of “What am I doing with my Life?” freakouts.