I ordered a lot of back issues (but no more than 25) in 1999 from Infiltration: the zine about going places you’re not supposed to go, which was reasonable since I didn’t go anywhere except work, yoga class, BART, or the Berkeley Bowl.
When the issues arrived, I was delighted to see warm regards in the form of a note complete with a simulated photo from the the editor. Thanks Ninjalicious.
I had been meaning to say that for a while—since I heard about Jeff’s passing—how that was one of the best pieces of mail I’ve received from a stranger…but not really a stranger. You know what I mean? I miss you.