Gullible is a zine consisting of trashy-collegiate-punk-rock slice-of-life stories and comics of crappy coworkers and getting to know the infamous and well-rumored local weirdo. Oftentimes, such a format is irrepressibly dull simply because such stories and comics—in their effort to get at some significance and even a level of higher truth—wind up telling stale tales that have been told gobs of times before. With such zines, the yawns come quick and don’t let up. Such is not the case here, though. I found the stories in Gullible to be engaging and entertaining, and the great care that seems to have been given to grammar and mechanics (horribly rare in a zine, mind you) was a real turn-on for this word-geek. I guess one thing that I really liked about CT Terry’s little mag, though, is that it reminded me of my own trashy-collegiate-punk-rock lifestyle in Milwaukee from about fifteen years ago without making me overly sentimental. As I was reading it, I could picture the people and places that Terry wrote about, only in the context of BeerCity. (If any readers out there were denizens of the Oakland House or House of Garlic, you can picture the Gullible world.) It made me remember things that I had long forgotten, and the writing really was quite good. And thus I come to the other reason that I like Gullible so much: Terry doesn’t make any condescending attempt to spell out the “higher truth” that these tales may stab at. Instead he simply spins fun little yarns that are foreign yet familiar at the same time, and leaves any sense of “truth” for the reader to find, much like Carver and Hemingway did. I did find some of my own truth in this, and I’m happy that Terry could point me in that direction. Also, I love the hieroglyphic-style pictures of Egyptian gods riding skateboards. Great stuff. –The Lord Kveldulfr (CT Terry)