I was a 15-year-old kid with a love for punk rock and a desire to get involved; the act of making a fanzine was, as I saw it, both the process and the goal. My first issue was eight pages long, printed in navy blue ink, and totally dreadful. But I printed 200 copies of it, stood outside of CBGB with a backpack full of them, and after peddling them for a few weeks, earned roughly $100 in profit.
