Drugs, drugs, drugs. Drug movies, drug jokes, drug poems, drug comics, drug books — come to think of it, there’s a lot in these 8 pages of acid-free, hemp paper. Given that they forgot to put their address or a price inside (which is kind of typical of the style of the zine), I’m not sure how you’ll find it. Far freakin’ out.
V.2, / #2, / 8 pp. / Somewhere in Toronto