City Sacker '8

By Ray K
Ning

I'm still sick. I hate being sick. I miss my friends. Sometimes I don't want to update this blog. I have a zine half read, but I really don't think I can deal with reading the rest of it right now (sample article "Why Lindsay Lohan Should Sleep With Me").

Instead, we have this short, one page, zine about New Year's Eve of last year. Ray decides he's not really in the mood for the party he's in, and starts to go home. But on the way he sees someone hit, and kill, a cat with their car. Aaaaaah! Sad.

The rest of zine is about him dealing with this, trying to find out who owns the cat, who can take care of the cat's body, and what the hell is up with English bureaucracy. (Actually, he doesn't learn this, but dang it's screwed up. Hell, I can't even spell that word without looking it up.)

It's really more of an anecdote than a full story, but these zines are really more about random glimpses into Ray's life than anything bigger. I just wish he could line up the photocopies so that the folds on the paper worked better.