Well, here we are in Hotlanta. Although it is a frightening thirteen degrees
here right now, this portion of the BLT staff has no regrets about moving here.
I hear it is colder in DC.
Normally, we kick each issue off with a psychotic diatribe on the masthead
page here, but this time we're providing a quick explanation for new readers
of our little zine: BLT is currently in its fifth year of providing antisocial
humor to the masses. We give away the current issue to cool people we see at
clubs or shows or we leave it places where we hope it will be appreciated.
(I swear places we've dropped the zine off have only threatened to sue us
three or four times -- less than once a year!) BLT is also available by
mail as a six issue subscription or by the single back issue.
So welcome to the Relocation issue of BLT. Frequent relocation
(or moving around a fuck of a lot as it is known in the vernacular)
is a favorite topic of mine. Perhaps partly because my parents moved
so often when I was a kid, that my arrival at college marked my twelfth
school in twelve years. Of course, that is not why I am so antisocial. Why
would it be? Well, maybe it pertains a little.
Real Estate Agent: Amelia G
Interior Decorator:
Forrest Black
Movers: Sarah McKinley Oakes, Your Kindly Uncle William Judy, and Your Nasty-Ass Nephew Andrew GreenbErg
Wallpaper Hanger: Eric "Slash" Dunn
Volume 5, #4, ISSN 1068-2031 BIPAD 83617,
copyright 1995 CBLT,
BLT (Black Leather Times) is
a registered trademark of CBLT.