Excerpts from Al's own zine
The Greyhound bus is not thirty seconds out of the gate, creeping like some hideous, blind undersea worm from its mud and fish-carcass encrusted lair, and the threat of physical violence is already palpable in the air. The passengers seated within immediate proximity of the emerging altercation, either New Yorkers or at least people really concerned about seeming urban so they won't get mugged as they transfer busses, stare fixedly ahead, wishing this was one of those fancy bus lines where they show a movie, wishing the movie had started, wishing the guy with the bulging, bloodshot eyes, puffed out like twin blowfish in attack formation, didn't reek so strongly of booze, sweat and the weight of whatever it is in his life that is crushing him, causing him in turn to seek out others to crush.
--excerpt from BURN COLLECTOR number two
For futher issues of Burn Collector contact: Al at 307 Blueridge Road, Carrboro, NC 27510. Issue number five is out now.
