Vol. 2

Selections from our 2018-2019 magazine

Fellowship of Fear

Full name, hometown, high school, naked, broken, crying, drunk, and high. A brotherhood, a sincere sympathy for suffering, a belligerent byproduct of Bush Light, a social hierarchy that supersedes morality. Because we’re in college and college kids party and college kids fuck and college kids get acquitted for hazing. Your Wall Street connections are contingent on belief that brotherhood will persevere despite any pestilent pussy who lacks the loyalty to lock his resentments in the basement of the frat house with the rest of his dignity. Arguably top house.

the ex-cool kid, now

a man without a name

an empty bottle

First name, last initial, drug of choice, days sober, clinical diagnoses, qualifying identifier. A cult of comfortable conformity, a fellowship of fuck-ups, shivering denizens of near-death anecdotes, a group of gas station coffee drinking, no-filter cigarette smoking, boisterous bullshitters that love you already. Because we’re alcoholics and alcoholics share a common problem and alcoholics share a common solution and alcoholics drink alcohol until they are unconscious or dead or wish they were. Your recovery is contingent on your belief in your powerlessness and in a Higher Power of your own understanding. Keep coming back. It works if you work it.

ex-pot-head found God

found G-o-d, group of drunks

two-year medallion