Before my plane leaves, I owe some words to the few of you who care. Prior to the first issue's release, I warned each of the you that the ride would be risky, that you probably wouldn't have jobs within a year's time, and that I'd eventually disappoint the lot of you. And here I am, delivering like a goddam Old Testament prophet.

Through a few strategic moves, I was able to arrange for a liquidation of sorts; an "asset-reclaim" company will be by a week from Monday to gather up the equipment. The money we eventually get from the resale (after their commission) will be split among the five of you evenly, and that will serve as your final paycheck.

All of you did an amazing job with the Jared Issue; it was so clean, so tight, so perfect, and it killed me that we couldn't circulate it far outside of our circle. Sadly, I've got to make a decision about the current issue.

I know you're all proud of the it, but I just can't let it go out without some major changes, and I'm not the man to make those changes. That's why I am appointing a guest editor, someone who's going to add an integrity to Me Head that it lacks under my watch. You'll find out who soon enough.

After that issue, it's sayonara for the print runs of MH, at least for a great while.

  You may not understand why right now, but it will make sense soon enough. It will make black, undeniable sense--so much sense that I am scared to face it.

  I will call or email, after a time.

xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo,

SP