In the middle of the Hurricane Erin bender. I’m not going to lie to you. I haven’t “worked” on the zine all week unless you mean by “work” that I surfed and coached my brains out, then yes. It’s 430p on Friday, August 22nd. The sun is blaring in my office window from the west. I’m in NY. I surfed Matunuck in RI first thing this morning and then tried to hustle down in hopes of offshore winds all day. No luck there. There’s a SW bump on it now. Still plenty of swell in the water. Nevertheless,...