So, as you may have heard or inferred by now, I am a commuter. And the commute itself is at the heart of this zine - it's what feuls it. I spend almost four joyous hours each day parking my fat white sellout ass on a train as I journey to work and home again. And I spend that time writing about everyone and everything on our collective journey.
The fact that I'm a gay punk and almost all of my co-muting cohorts are aged and bedraggled businessmen keeps it interesting for both parties.
And though I've been accused of being a cultural anthropolist and a social satirist (if not sadist) by those who have read these farticles and messays, mostly I think I'm just not inspired or imaginative enough to write about or examine anything that's not right in front of my face...
So while I'm commuting, I write about the commute. It's creativity by captivity. I like to play with words and I like to play with people (or their minds at the very least) - so what else am I gonna do?!
Anyway, anyone who's spent any large amounts of time in tightly enclosed spaces with people who are nothing like them - i.e. anyone who's ever been on a bus, plane or train trip - will (I think) be able to relate to the hilarity and despair contained within. So thanks for hoppin' aboard, and I hope you enjoy the ride!