Ironically, Razorcake HQ sent this zine to me for review, but I already had a copy, as my friend Chris wrote this. To show you what kind of person Chris is, it came with one black plastic glove. God only knows why, but that’s Chris for you. And one thing I know about Chris is his ability to spin a tale. I was visiting Seattle this summer and had breakfast with Chris and, goddamn, if he wasn’t on a roll. I haven’t laughed that much in a long time. Well, that same attitude is here somewhat in Get Well but there is also a more subdued sense in Chris’s tales, too. Chris has been around the block a few times and has many stories to share—both happy and sad—but he’s also got some reviews in here and a piece on Phil Ochs’ greatest hits. I’m guessing my insights into Chris’s writings are biased, as not only do I know him but also some of the situations of which he writes. I’d like to think I am still objective enough to know that Chris is a good writer (he better be, he’s been doing it long enough), although I must admit I was bummed the story about when he kicked Black Flag-era Henry Rollins out of his bed wasn’t included. -Kurt Morris (Chris Estey, 5247 15^th Ave. NE #301, Seattle, WA 98105)