That Girl Who Did That Zine

Yesterday I was recognised by a stranger on account of my old zine, Eroticus. It was both surreal and sweet. We had a brief but pleasant chat; she was a lovely girl. I couldn’t help but feel a little bit like a rock star. Maybe I should use this anecdote to my advantage the next time I demand a rider. (I love that term, it sounds so dirty.)

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