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