How can they call this stuff drivel? This zine starts off with a well-written if not mind-boggling analysis of poverty and welfare in BC as it relates to squeegee kids and the middle class. Then, the ever socially conscious Marie goes in search of squeegee kids, can’t find any, so decides to take pics of the Saturday happenings of a group called Food Not Bombs which provides a free veggie meal on Satrudays in Grandview Park in Vancouver. (They have chapters across North America, according to Marie, so be on the look-out). Kevin Pearley writes a little story about waking up too early, going to bed late and dreaming of preserved meats (musta been a nightmare, there are some nasty meats out there.) Anyway, it’s raining in Vancouver, and things are a bit gloomy in Drivel headquarters, I’m thinking right now that it’s not this zine that’s drivel, it’s life in general, a driveling series of disappointed expectations…
zine / #2, 16 pages / main creator: Marie Carter / $2 / PO Box 59, 498 West Broadway, Vancouver, BC, V5Y 1R3