The thing I love about perzines is that most people who write them are nothing like me. For example, Marc Parker is a guy which means automatically we are different. For another thing, I don't think Marc has any of the obsessive qualities I seem to possess in spades. He doesn't really care about having a job, he has no alarm clock, and his life lacks the order that I seem to crave, though never can achieve. These two zines are about Marc living in Portland, hanging out with his girlfriend, getting high, watching movies, and looking for a job. Nothing really earth shattering, but still an enjoyable read.