So Needle Mag has its premier issue out in April.
It describes itself as
Hardboiled. Lean and mean. No silly reviews. No poetry (that’s for pussies). No advertising. Nothing but hard hitting stories. In your face and busting up your kiss-maker. Kapow.
So tell me that doesn’t sound fun? It’s about 130 pages and has some fantastic, well-known writers and then poor schlubs the editors felt sorry for like your truly.
It will be about $10 a pop (if all goes well) and that includes shipping — — I will post when it’s done, so keep an eye out.