Believe Me, I Was There – Fiction

October 1, 1997

I didn’t have anything against Jes. I didn’t know she was his fuckin’ sister. If I’d known, maybe I wouldn’t have gotten involved, but then again I doubt it.

The New York Hangover – Review

September 1, 1997

Great under-covers reading for any repressed boy scout, and could rouse fascinating discussions if placed on the back of the suburban family toilet.

Softkill – Review

September 1, 1997

As far as car bombs, street fighting, and creatively cheating the government go, Abbie Hoffman’s authoritative guides to pig-hunting are far more educational.

The Furthur Festival – Review

September 1, 1997

Joy! Joy and death! Momento mori, final fulfillment, revellers in the music of the ecstatic sigh. The last breath; the psychotropic dance. My eyes grin wide.

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