Motherfucker! I just wrote on myspace, this moving comment about how I quit smoking, (and I am indeed happy about it), and then I saw you were leaving, which then led me here, to your wordpress blog.
I am a journalism student now at UNR, and my writing does indeed lack. I look back at one evening in Hawaii when I wrote a ten page essay, while sitting on the veranda of my humble hotel room in Kona, Hawaii. I smoked at least 10 cigarettes in two hours. I also drank Corona. It was bliss, in a very strenuous challenging, and unhealthy sort of way.
But, I’ve learned to write without cigarettes, over the years. And even though I still smoked, I no longer felt the need to pair the two.
I recently have been struggling with writing, feeling enormously disappointed my abilities, and now I wonder: is it because I don’t smoke and write at the same time?
Well, I guess, perhaps I will never be a great author.
But, fuck it! At least I won’t smell like shit, lose the ability to enjoy life after age 50, and suffer from severe oxygen deficiency.
Seems like a fair trade-off.

I still have the last copy of your ‘zine. Probably will for a great while.