“Everyone has a story.” So send us yours. We’ll turn it into html and post it on the web and hey, and maybe even send it along to our illustrator friend who can transform your prose into artwork.Mom will be so proud.

We’ve heard this before. It’s a more dignified way of saying: “We have no clue what this magazine is about. Please do our job for us.” This is how you get stories like, “I worked for Bill O’Reilly … but he never laid a hand on me.” Or, “I worked for a doctor who had once examined Mick Jagger. So I never actually met Mick, but I talked to someone who met him and analyzed three samples of what I believed was his urine.”

Okay, and we once saw Mick drunk off his ass at Tangerine and then tipped the guy who cleared his plates. So what? This is fine cocktail conversation but please, don’t write a story about hanging out with famous people unless you’ve got the goods. And don’t start a magazine that will publish any set of words that anyone sees fit to write. That’s what the Internet is for.

Smith Magazine