Straight Out of the Airforce, Chicks on My Arm, Money in My Pocket

The second zine in my year long attempt at making a zine a month. I worked with a fella who quickly became one of my dearest friends here in the new city. Quick to share a smile and an oddball sentiment. He headed on to greener pastures career wise and I miss his daily dose of silliness. He used to start off stories that were pulled from thin air with the phrase, 'Back in '77, straight out of the Airforce, money in my pocket, chicks on my arm.' It was fitting as his age was somewhat a...
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The second zine in my year long attempt at making a zine a month. I worked with a fella who quickly became one of my dearest friends here in the new city. Quick to share a smile and an oddball sentiment. He headed on to greener pastures career wise and I miss his daily dose of silliness. He used to start off stories that were pulled from thin air with the phrase, 'Back in '77, straight out of the Airforce, money in my pocket, chicks on my arm.' It was fitting as his age was somewhat a mystery. His hair suggested late 40s, his demeanor suggested dude in his twenties, and his imagination suggested a bored 12-year old. I drew upon these various ages, as well as his personality, to craft this spunky and wild little zine.