I will never forget the day I got a letter from Charles Bukowski. It was a cover letter. He wrote a poem at my request about defecation. He gave booster rockets to the zine I published, called pLopLop after a Max Ernst character with birdish tendencies. When the postman delivered that letter, I called an emergency meeting of the pLopLop editorial squad---my poet buds, basically. We met at the twice a month writer's center readings at the Slippery Noodle which conveniently coincided with two buck import night, so as the nights fled onward, experimentation seemed likely and somewhat sometimes necessary. I was wearing a Team Bukowski t-shirt (art by R. Crumb) the night Bart & Shane took a shine to me and they along with Stamper were pLopLoppian advisors--they rushed over to see the Buk poem and cover letter and caricature of a Buk elf, smoking little cigars and tippling a jug as big as he and twice as sloppy. The Power of the Self Addressed Stamped Envelope. So here's the Thing to Do: Start a Zine and contact your writer and artist heroes…who knows, they may send you something. Booster Rockets.