Leave your own headspace for a while and read about Emily (that smelly kid)’s life on the streets of Brisbane. This zine has been around for a while now but this girl’s writing about life as a displaced teen is not the kind of thing that dates. She chronicles life in an adult government shelter as a 17 year old, surviving in a world of abuse and abusers as well as fragments of her earlier life in a long term accommodation shelter for young people.
Throughout this incredible triumph of grungy cut and paste and blacked-out names are random scraps of paper found off the streets, a gig review and captured moments hitch-hiking. This zine makes a great read without punching anyone’s sympathy card. It’s more like listening to a really excellent conversation that happens to have diagrams, and this zine deserves to be shoved into people’s faces and loaned to a million friends and left in pub toilets everywhere. Here’s reality right here. You won’t read this shit in Dolly magazine.








