A lot of folks who publish bullshit journals like this one like to let you know they have been at it for however long they have been at it. As if anybody gives a fuck.
Now it is my turn: this is my 666th turn on the Wheel of Misfortune known as the Dope City Free Press. To commemorate this minute moment of Canadian literary history I plan tomorrow to spend the whole day drinking, gambling and fucking. Come to think of it, I better get the fucking out of the way early.