This zine really reminds me of the ones that I grew up with, with no care for politics, but a whole lot of charisma and youthful exuberance that sadly, has departed from zinedom only to be replaced by the twin towers of incredibly depressing emo writing and full-blown frat-boy assholedom. Dunk and Piss just has its own flow, with a ton of cut out pictures from various comic books and a Life in Hell book. Also, the magazine has the added awesomeness that comes with having a picture of Nina Goldsmith, who is the creator of Glendale Boulevard, one of my old friends that unfortunately, I’ve lost track of in the last few years. By far, all the pieces in the magazine kept me from having to put down the magazine once, but a certain few pieces still stand out in my mind. Specifically, the piece detailing a day at the mall is the cornerstone to this excellent issue of the magazine. While I am not sure if this magazine still exists, I sincerely hope that it does, as it completely shatters the idea of what most consider to be a good zine, and opens the door back up to a personal zine that doesnâ€™t always harp about the most inane issues befalling the editor. For a copy, try to send a dollar to Dunk and Piss, 11 Ager Dr., Rochester NY 14624 and be sure to get a 12 pack of mountain dew nice and cold before sitting down to read this gem.