DOES IT CALIFORNIA STYLE
I just got my current issue of Processed World (“The magazine with the bad attitude”), and it’s a winner. Written by and for the shitheels who get stuck behind the fast food counters and word processors of the world, people who might once have been called working stiffs except that’s a condescending anachronism— Processed World is for Dead End Kids, and unless I miss my mark this means MOST OF YOU.
DOES IT CALIFORNIA STYLE
EDDY GRANT
by
RJ Smith
I just got my current issue of Processed World (“The magazine with the bad attitude”), and it’s a winner. Written by and for the shitheels who get stuck behind the fast food counters and word processors of the world, people who might once have been called working stiffs except that’s a condescending anachronism— Processed World is for Dead End Kids, and unless I miss my mark this means MOST OF YOU.
Anyway. I was thumbing through the latest ish, and the following poignant letter to the editor (quoted in part) caught my eye: “Dear PW...I have the title assistant manager at a copy store downtown. I hate working 50 hours a week for a salary... (complaints here about work)...I can’t see any alternatives yet though—only getting a different job that pays little more. But fuck—I’m only 23 and I can’t see any end to this ever unless I find the time/concentration to work on my music with my luckily unemployed friend. Then I’m hoping we can make/sell home cassettes and become self-supporting...T.G., Ohio.