September 30, 2009.
by Zan Comerford.
The line only started getting blurry towards the end. We pushed it further than most. Keep a job, keep your name on the roster in school. Keep a home, or a place to keep your shit. People started noticing soon enough though. With a pack of cigarettes and about 100 pounds between us, we were daring people not to notice… [Read more]
July 23, 2009.
by Happy Kreter.
Steel Panther, whose motto is “spread metal, not herpes,” seems to have hit the right high-pitched note with their audience. “Steel, it’s like, really hard, like metal,” says the band’s lead singer. “And panthers are sexy, but they’re also one of the fiercest marsupials…” [Read more]
June 10, 2009.
by Sarah Elliott.
At Oakdale, racism is used by and towards every shade of human. There are Jamaicans, Dominicans, Hispanics, Caucasians, one Asian, and one half-breed, me. Spic, Chug, Chink, Wop, Porkchop, Wetback, Packi and Sand Nigger, are all used without fear or hesitation. At first I comment, but in the end there isn’t much point… [Read more]
May 13, 2009.
by Stephanie Chou.
My Polaroid will follow her home to Toronto when she is done with Vancouver like she has been done with it so many times before. She treats cities like one-night lovers; when they disappoint, fulfill, or when she’s in love, she walks out the door – without reason, without notice, without goodbyes…. [Read more]
May 10, 2009.
by Steve Locke.
Walking dead traipse around the foyer of the building, as if caught in a daze. They wander the streets, bump into abandoned cars and trip over uneaten corpses at their feet. It’s all over. There aren’t any more survivors. The zombie apocalypse has arrived…. [Read more]
February 18, 2009.
by Marie-Hélène Westgate.
Kill the crazies, you said so yourself: Even a madman eats too much and needs a place to sleep. You escaped because you didn’t ask anything of the system. You’re a madman, that’s exactly how you put yourself through a lifetime of such formidable alcoholism. It paid your way… [Read more]
