Gullible Zine #28 Out Now

Gullible Zine #28 is out now. It includes three of my stories about Richmond - About moving there and going to a hippie high school, about some of the buckwild punkhouses I lived in, and about the twilight times before I left. There are also two episodes of my new comic strip called "Chilling," and a story from my friend Cole about getting punched in the face while tripping.
If you'd like a copy and you live in the U.S., PayPal $2 to i_will_dare@hotmail.com, and put your address in the lil' PayPal message. I'll throw in a Gullible Zine button, and maybe some of the back issues I found in my closet. Send any queries about overseas shipping or bulk copies to GullibleZine@gmail.com.

If you're still not sold, here's an excerpt:

"We’d filled the last house to bursting. When I moved in, I was the fifth person living in a four-bedroom. A year later we had eight people, same four bedrooms. Houseguests slept at the top of the stairs and the front door was never locked.
The middle-aged guys next door had a TV set up in back, on the stretch of dirt between their house and the parking lot that the diocese used during the day, and the frat bar used at night. Our neighbors would sit out there without talking, drinking beer, playing the classic rock station and watching car races. “Radar Love” would mix with the long oscillations of cars while I was in our kitchen, sweeping up dead roaches and leaving them in the dustpan.
I came home from work one Friday to find a seven-foot tall wood fence blocking our houses from the parking lot, or vice versa. When I woke up on Saturday morning, someone had spray-painted “SLUM LORD” across the fence in my roommate’s handwriting. 9:30 on Sunday morning, there was a knock on the back door, and I heard hushed southern voices under my window. We had a month to get out."