Patti Abbott's got her finger on the pulse of Valentine's Day. It's not about chocolates, roses, and terrorism funding blood diamonds that you can drop a grand on to kill a kid in Sierra Leone.
No, it's about love. The kind of love you obsess over. Kind that hurts in your bones. Kind that makes you a murderer.
She's pulled together 13 stories from the web for your V Day reading pleasure. So grab those chocolates, some wine, your Better Half (or a skin mag if that floats your boat) and get all romantical with a nice, dysfunctional obsession or two.
And be glad your dates aren't that bad.
3 comments:
Thanks, Stephen. It convinced me that running a zine is beyond my scope.
Valentine's Day in Maine: a fifth of Allen's Coffee Brandy, Milwaukee's Best Lite tallboy, GPC menthol cigs, a bag full of fun-sized Baby Ruths, a VHS copy of DAYS OF THUNDER and the missus in a red thong with matching bra
($9.86 at Wal-Mart).
Ran across your blog. Good stuff, will return.
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