Tired of being broke-ass broke, perhaps the time has come to adopt the posture of the junkie in joining the New Economy? Getting on smack we could nod out all day evading the talking-head-news-chatter about the “second year of the recovery” and no doubt we’d become more resourceful in generating revenue. Back in the day Alphabet City junkies formed a damn whirlwind of an economic force, turning way creative to come up with dope money. We sorely miss the bend-over-bazzar on St. Marx and the fiends who were our resource for comics, records, bike parts, tools and outerwear.

We’ve been occupied, not exactly caught in the situation of the poor bastard on this pulp cover, but something akin to it as we struggled like a Pilgrim through a hard few weeks. But the lights are still on, we got a loaf of TJ’s bread in the kitchen, a cold 40 on the desk and we’re back in action.

From our collection of pulp fiction cover art