A gripe I have is if I’m a subscriber to some magazine, I would expect to get my magazine in a timely manner. Certain magazines, Harper’s being one of them, regularly send me last month’s issue after the new one just came out, which leads me to believe they just take unsold to distributors printed leftovers to mail out to subscribers eventually. If that’s the case, what the fuck is the point of subscribing? There’s a big giant article on Shakespeare I’d been meaning to read, so it sat in the peach crate by the shitter, but then the other day somebody bumped the drain pipe under the sink, which is cheap plastic bullshit, so it leaked enough to soak the bottom of the crate, and after I tightend up all the stupid fittings on the pipe, I picked through the crate to thin it back down. When I got to this, I realized Shakespeare is like The Beatles to me in that there’s so much bullshit been written and said and forced and hyped about it, I don’t really give a fuck anymore. Let old people care about that shit. (Looking for the cover pic, I realized I could read all the shit online since I'm a subscriber, but why the fuck would I want it mailed to me then? I guess I could read the current issue now, but that'd ruin it when it finally shows up in physical form in my dented mailbox about five weeks from now.)
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