S&L #85 Autumn 2005

Lost In The Supermarket #85

    We were told by Tim and Cristina that the train we wanted out of Fulton would be a junk train that would come in from the Acca Yard, turn around in Fulton, reconnect heading westbound and “pop-a-wheelie” before heading west along the James. Overzealous and ambitious to get going, Ben and I spied a slow moving coal train headed west as soon as we got out of Y’s car, fifty feet this side of the Henrico County line. We climbed some decaying old stairs towards the tracks beside a yard building of unknown origin.

Dave Trenga #85

It’s getting harder and harder to keep up with the news these days. Sometimes I wonder why the hell I bother because I get myself so worked up on a daily basis. The more I follow the news the more stressed out I get. One of my main sources of stressful reading is the Christian onslaught into every facet of life in our society. I have never seen such a hateful and intolerant movement infiltrate every aspect of our lives as the current Christian movement in America has.

Crossroads by Carolyn #85

    I’ve been to some pretty shitty punk houses around the country, houses that provide a lifestyle only slightly better than what you might in the slums of Calcutta. You know the ones—bathrooms that make port-o-potties look luxurious, carpets and mattresses stained with blood, puke, piss, and booze, holes in the walls from fights that ensued over something no one can remember in the morning.

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