Dunk and Piss is awesome. The basic concept is one you’re probably familiar with. A person in high school has a little bit of free time, thinks they have something to say, visits Kinko’s, voila, shitty zine. What separates Alex from the throngs of people who have mixed up the words “diary” with “zine” is that he can tell a hell of a story. If he’s aware of it or not, he also does a great job of letting you into his world, treats the reader like a buddy, and has a hell of a lot of fun in the process. For all you non-readers, there are helpful stick figure diagrams to fill in the blanks. The basic equation for Alex to have fun is to rule out good judgement, get hopped up on caffeine, and see what happens when running amok. Issue #9 definitely has the best writing so far. Topics include a burial scenario on the occasion if one his friends finally gets hit by a train  (“…the rest of us would continue to visit his frozen carcass on the side of the tracks and take pictures of him. And poke him with a stick. I wouldn’t mind that kind of burial setup.”), tricking a girl to swallow mouthful of red paint who didn’t seem to care that it wasn’t cherry juice, and strapping fireworks to a mannequin and rolling down a steep hill on a skateboard, then hitting it with a bat. Even his grammatically cleaned stream-of-consciousness writing didn’t blow. Well worth a buck. –Todd (Dunk and Piss, 11 Alger Dr., Rochester, NY 14624)