Zines saved my life.

Just for fun, I'm posting a few pages from my first zine, Benjurmire. I made it with a couple of friends, so I'm no longer sure who wrote what, but it amuses and impresses me what we came up with when we were fifteen!

Coincidentally, I went for a drive with a friend last night (as I found myself in the suburbs at the same time as she, both of us visiting family) and one of our stops was our old high school. Despite that time being a regular shitty/weird high school experience, it is where I was first exposed to zines and when I began making my own.

Regardless, I shook my fist at the building and she took a photo to commemorate the moment.