My friend made a sex magazine! Read it!
Man, I am pretty happy for Roast Beef today. Dude is makin' big strides in the publishing world, good first steps. Dude just released the second copy of his 'zine! Here's some backstory on how my crazy computer programmin' friend actually has a first love of printin' sass by the pound.
First, in early days, he was always makin' small booklets of our times, like maybe just a page folded over and a fake cover with a title like "CRUDDY CHRONICLES" that had a decent drawing of him sticking his hand about halfway into a rain gutter spout and making a shocked expression.
After that he did THE PRIVATE EYE in high school, and that actually got a lotta people talkin'. He would break stories the main school paper wouldn't carry, like about how the social studies teacher jacked off. He always had a flair for that stuff.
Then for a while he just sent pretty funny emails to everyone, like for years, and you could tell he still liked to tap-and-sass. Me and the fellows would even talk sometimes, when he wasn't around, about his funny lines or the certain way he had used an uncommon but normal word, like "scrounge." He would use a word like this against a backdrop of incredibly simple language, kind of like the word was a lovely red hat or screaming blue policeman in the center of a pure white gymnasium. You could tell the dude liked to type and trot out words like they were unexpected steaks in a communist building. Anyhow.
Now he's got his 'zine thing goin' strong and I am proud of the dude. I don't agree with the scope of his vision, but I can certainly appreciate a player poundin' it out even when nobody cares. Dude keeps it real, and doesn't risk much money. Dude plays it tight. That's my boy. My boy is Roast Beef, and he has so much sense he can barely get outta bed each day.