Good Jesus, I was certainly idealistic in my youth. Back then, when my friends and I thought magazines would save the world, we published six issues of a zine dubbed Rated Rookie. It was a whole bunch of mid-20s awesome. Then we got real jobs. And our head designer decided to live in the woods, eschewing zine-making for a goat-filled existence in Tennessee. What does this mean? It's spring-cleaning time. I have thousands of back issues. If anyone wants to purchase a six-pack (trust me, it's an awesome time-waster), click here. $15 for six issues? Screw that. $10 for six issues. That includes shipping, sweethearts. And now back to your regularly scheduled dose of drunkenness.