Before I begin, I would like to dedicate this issue of the zine to a good friend of mine who's currently having a hard time. If you're reading this, I want you to know that meeting you was the best unintentional thing to happen to me—it must've been fate or something, because thanks to you, my life changed forever. If there's one thing I've learnt in life, it's that connection is what matters. Doing the things you love with the people with love is the real source of happiness in life, and who cares what others think? Life is about embracing the fact that we were born to be wild, and we all get to the destination that is death anyway, so why not have some fun along the way? If someone wants to stir up shit, let them stir up shit, they're just trying to account for their insecurities, and they'll pay the price for their own stupidity down the road. Yeah, there's some bumps here and there, but really, with some good mates to help you out, you'll be alright. You're the sickest cunt I know, and I bet if the 900 people following this account were to meet you, they'd think the same. Ride on.
From the archive. Dedication · 2025, month unconfirmed (catalogue gives year only) · phone notes carried verbatim.