Crank #2



Crank #2 was written much in the same fashion as Crank #1: in a mostly drunken haze and/or during stolen moments at the dayjob. I was working as the production manager for a small printing and graphics company. The title was a bit grandiose--and entirely my own creation--considering that the company consisted of 4 or 5 of us, including the owners. I've always favored working for smaller companies; owner-operators if possible. Bob and Betty were great people to work for, and I owe them a great debt for dealing with me during what remain--arguably, I guess--my hardest drinking years.

I saved up my dimes and printed Crank #2 on an offset press, whereas Crank #1 had been 100% xerox. The cover was 2-color; the insides black. I'm not sure how many copies I made--likely in the 500 range.

Crank #2 is probably my favorite issue, but I'm not sure why. Maybe because it felt so fucking right. Not only was it named Editor's Choice in Factsheet 5 (a major award in the zine heyday, regardless of what you've heard of Factsheet 5's ultimate demise), but it garnered a favorable review everywhere I sent it. The article "Anarchists: The Same, Old Hippie Shit" was also the first of a few things I've written on the topic of posing anarchists and how much they annoy the fuck out of me.

I'm sure much of it is dated at this point, but fuck it. As I've written elsewhere, zines are perishable and should only be read after their expiration dates as exercises in anthropology. Such is the spirit in which I present these old issues of Crank.



(Summer, 94)