Detrimental Information tag:www.detrimentalinformation.com,2007-08-26:/zines/3 2007-09-19T07:24:55Z A zine by John and Luke. Movable Type Publishing Platform 4.01 Issue #8: Back Cover tag:www.detrimentalinformation.com,2007:/zines//3.114 2006-05-01T07:00:39Z 2007-09-19T07:24:55Z John http://www.detrimentalinformation.com Issue #8: Back Cover ]]> Issue #8: Pages 35 & 36 tag:www.detrimentalinformation.com,2007:/zines//3.113 2006-05-01T07:00:37Z 2007-09-19T07:25:01Z John http://www.detrimentalinformation.com 'Yep, Smiths in heaven now.' 'Maybe.' I picked up the macaroni and flicked it in the trash can. So long. Poems & Drawings by John & Luke May 2006]]> Issue #8: Pages 33 & 34 tag:www.detrimentalinformation.com,2007:/zines//3.112 2006-05-01T07:00:35Z 2007-09-19T07:25:08Z John http://www.detrimentalinformation.com But one day, I was making Macaroni and Cheese with the guy called Porky. And Porky stirred the noodles so vigirously, one of the little macaronis popped out and landed on the floor. 'Whoops, we lost a man,' I said. Porky turned to me, he didn't look where I was pointing but thats just the way he is. 'Smith is not with us anymore,' he said. 'You're right.']]> Issue #8: Pages 31 & 32 tag:www.detrimentalinformation.com,2007:/zines//3.110 2006-05-01T07:00:33Z 2007-09-19T07:25:13Z John http://www.detrimentalinformation.com His skin was yellow. He was bald. One time, when he was eating popcorn, he lost part of a tooth. The jagged edge cut his tongue and then he looked like the devil with two streams of blood running out the corners of his mouth. But still shoving popcorn in. Had to shovel everything he could. After he passed, all his belongings went back to Good Will and there was nothing to remind anybody of him.]]> Issue #8: Pages 29 & 30 tag:www.detrimentalinformation.com,2007:/zines//3.109 2006-05-01T07:00:31Z 2007-09-19T07:25:17Z John http://www.detrimentalinformation.com He'd wiggle a limp slice of cucumber at me. 'Becuse you're on a restricted diet.' 'Bullshit!' 'If you don't follow your diet you could die.' 'Bullshit!' In hindsight I should have just let him eat the sausage. There wa sno way to reverse the damage, nor was there a reason. Everything on him was dying and falling out.]]> Issue #8: Pages 27 & 28 tag:www.detrimentalinformation.com,2007:/zines//3.108 2006-05-01T07:00:29Z 2007-09-19T07:25:23Z John http://www.detrimentalinformation.com He could piss right into the trash. It was genius! And while he was still alive, it was my duty to empty the garbage and I always ended up getting piss splashed on me, early in the morning, right after I showed up to work. Smith always made a scene when he came out to eat his breakfast with the other residents. 'How come porky gets to eat sausages while I have to eat this! ]]> Issue #8: Pages 25 & 26 tag:www.detrimentalinformation.com,2007:/zines//3.106 2006-05-01T07:00:26Z 2007-09-19T07:25:29Z John http://www.detrimentalinformation.com WE LOST A MAN Smith had a jug by the side of his bed with a bent neck and a wide, oen mouth. He could easily sit up and put it between his legs to take a piss. But if he just moved the waste basket over and scooted his body to the edge, then he didn't have to sit up.]]> Issue #8: Pages 23 & 24 tag:www.detrimentalinformation.com,2007:/zines//3.104 2006-05-01T07:00:25Z 2007-09-19T07:25:35Z John http://www.detrimentalinformation.com And thats not all they did. They took a shower naked together. And they used the vacuum cleaner to tease Silky Bob. And they smacked him with a hot-wheels track. She was such a terrible babysitter, I wanted to press charges. But my fool Dad never did.]]> Issue #8: Pages 21 & 22 tag:www.detrimentalinformation.com,2007:/zines//3.103 2006-05-01T07:00:23Z 2007-09-19T07:25:38Z John http://www.detrimentalinformation.com Terry's boyfriend was beating me up and I said, 'help me, help!' Terry said, 'I don't control him.' And then the boyfriend slipped some rope around my ankle, threw it over the swingset and pulled me upside down. I couldn't reach to untie myself. I said, Terry you bitch. You're suppsoed to be babysitting me.' The boyfriend let go and I landed on my head.]]> Issue #8: Pages 19 & 20 tag:www.detrimentalinformation.com,2007:/zines//3.101 2006-05-01T07:00:21Z 2007-09-19T07:25:42Z John http://www.detrimentalinformation.com And then I wake up and my bladder is full. And my girlfriend is still sleeping without any idea of how close the bed came to getting wetted.]]> Issue #8: Pages 17 & 18 tag:www.detrimentalinformation.com,2007:/zines//3.100 2006-05-01T07:00:19Z 2007-09-19T07:25:49Z John http://www.detrimentalinformation.com I have these dreams where I'm in a stall in some restroom and I'm peeing and peeing and peeing into a toilet and no matter how much I pee I don't get relief, I have to keep peeing and some guy is banging on the door and I yell, 'I'm in here!' and he yells, 'Look buddy if I could shit in the urinal I would.']]> Issue #8: Pages 15 & 16 tag:www.detrimentalinformation.com,2007:/zines//3.99 2006-05-01T07:00:17Z 2007-09-19T07:25:55Z John http://www.detrimentalinformation.com And I couldn't look at his face. He was so god damned ugly. GOOD MORNING]]> Issue #8: Pages 13 & 14 tag:www.detrimentalinformation.com,2007:/zines//3.98 2006-05-01T07:00:15Z 2007-09-19T07:25:59Z John http://www.detrimentalinformation.com even before I got to the steps of the house. They put a towel on his face and drove him in the station wagon to the emergency room. He got twenty-two stitches. When he came back he looked like Frankenstein. For months he got all sorts of presents in the mail. He also got a rabies shot in his butt, just in case.]]> Issue #8: Pages 11 & 12 tag:www.detrimentalinformation.com,2007:/zines//3.96 2006-05-01T07:00:13Z 2007-09-19T07:26:05Z John http://www.detrimentalinformation.com up the dogs water and barked like a dog. And after that he played a game where he threw a tennis ball at the dogs face and yelled, FETCH! But what finally put the dog over the edge was when he wadded up some leaves and threw them like a ball that magically disintegrated in the air. The dog freaked out and jumped on him and chewed on his face. I ran back to the house shaking my hands and screaming and the baby sitter was out on the porch in an instant. I was surprised, how fast she came running outside, ]]> Issue #8: Pages 9 & 10 tag:www.detrimentalinformation.com,2007:/zines//3.95 2006-05-01T07:00:11Z 2007-09-19T07:26:13Z John http://www.detrimentalinformation.com We were being babysat by some people who lived out in the country. Right when we got there, my brother went up to the dog and asked, Is he a riding dog? And he jumped on its back and pulled at its ears and the dog buckled under. My brother was a big boy, still is. And later, as the dog was eating, he pretended to be a dog too and ate from the dogs bowl and crawled on his hands and knees and lapped]]>