Hey kittenpantsers!

Jeez--it's taken forever to get this issue published. I'm a busy person, but I am ashamed for making you wait so long.

You don't give a shit.

Here's what's been keeping me busy, though. Post-production on the first film, pre-production on the next one, a new CD, three books in the works, two trips to Texas, a festival, a live benefit, a farewell performance, a birthday, a visiting band, and I'm leaving tomorrow to go on tour.

Besides that, I've been attempting to save people from themselves, failing miserably; attempting to understand what people want from relationships, failing miserably; attempting to not smoke an assload of cigarettes, failing miserably; attempting to stop buying so many goddamn DVDs, failing miserably; attempting to get that miserable fucking Six Flags commercial song out of my head, barely keeping my head above water; and you know, cold lamping, as usual.

I named this issue when I attended the WakeUp Denton Music Festival in Denton, TX. Everyone in Texas looks like a chubby version of my friend Kyle. Remember when you used to send in title ideas for the next issue? You can still do that. Theoretically, I still give out prizes. But I get so forgetful, Jones.

I miss you so much. Why haven't you called?
xoxo,
kittenpants

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