When I opened the mailbox, I recognized the address and scrawled signature immediately.
"He found me."
I wasn't actually running. but that was my reaction. I'd known Fishspit -- known of him, perhaps, or known his work, at least -- a couple of years earlier. Except he'd known me by another name, Yuri Realman. But that was a different time: I was into some heavy conspiracy-type stuff, and then I hit the road and left it all behind. For a while, anyway.
But now I had a mailbox again, and once again this stream-of-consciousness attack on my senses had found its way into my hands.
What is Wiseblood? I'm not sure I can answer that -- you'd probably have to ask Fish himself. It started as a punk zine in the 80s, according to the scrawled note that came with issues #62 & #64. But then punk died and the zine kept on. It's flashbacks and memories and stories told in a staccato rhythm of words and punctuation that doesn't always make sense but which also makes it tough to stop reading.
It's hard not to think of Hunter Thompson, when reading Wiseblood. Just not quite as many drugs, though Wiseblood #62 gives the esteemed doctor of journalism a run for his money.
Is it good? Definitely. Will you like it? That one is tougher. But the man answers all letters -- it says so, right there in print -- and so I'd suggest you drop him a line and see what's up. In addition to zine requests, he wants PCP, records, hatemail, switchblades and cigarettes sent to:
Fishspit
c/o Wiseblood
1304 175th Pl. NE
Bellevue, WA 98008
