Jeff is a surly bastard with his usual schtick about booze and assholery, but his zine is dependably satisfying. In this issue, he muses on aging and how much he has changed over the years, on music, movies, sex, Hollywood, America, his father, and much, much more. (He also reminded me of how crappy it is not to send forwarding addresses to other zinesters, so Fred Argoff, I’ve got an envelope with some money and an apology coming your way!) It’s hard to condense TIS down to a few sentences, but I’ll try. Jeff is a very skilled writer. He comes off as curmudgeonly, but this makes for very funny reading. Worth every penny.