You can't get on my case- when I wear my rock-n-roll face

Some people would comment on how high he went, I'm more concerned about how his ankles felt the next day. Sorry, I have no idea who this kid is.

An out of town shredder was at the park the other day. It was a cool reminder for the locs to step it up.

How do you assholes grow mustaches for an entire month? This is day two and on day three I was over feeling itchy and looking creepy. I truly admire you guys for going through with it, but Mustache March isn't going to be happening for me.

The Brookshires! Kira, Abby, and Troy.

Kira and Abby.

Swishy colors are all the rage.

Here's a pretty funny one for you- I got the new ANKLEPANTS in the mail today and was all excited to read it when I got off work. Then when I get home Mike (Ankle editor) sends me an email asking if I could send it back to him. Apperantly, he lost his master copy from his computer and needed this back so he could scan it back in, make more, and send it out to the people who'd sent in money for the new issue. I liked the way he put it, "Could you help a fellow 'zinester out?" My answer was, "of course". Making a 'zine is a big enough pain in the ass, and without some good friends it's even worse.

Who knows when the next Shark Bait will be done, so you should send a buck or some stamps to my pal Mike and get hip to ANKLEPANTS. If you can't read the address on the envelope, it's

7819 Grey Fox Dr. NE, Cedar Rapids, IA 52402 It's on the way, Mike!