For some strange reason we never carried Big Hands #3 before...but now we do!! #3 is a bunch of Aaron's comics about working overnight in a donut shop. Cresent Donut is a local Bloomington 24 donut shop who's donuts may or may not be vegetarian. Is "Cresent"spelled wrong on purpose or is it a family name? We may never know. Anyway Aaron writes about the drunks and weirdos who frequent his job in the night time, as well as his boss busting him for reading on the clock. It's charming in a non-dismissive way. Like I really seriously think it charms. Also I mean it's about donuts dude. C'mon, they are one of punk subculture's most defining foods. (for better or worse)

Where has this zinester been all my life? Aaron is a little cynical about life... and yet he seems to really appreciate humanity. I'm tired of holier than thou hipsters writing about how stupid people are. Only over confident egotists and family members get a slashing in this zine.

Aaron, like so many of us, is lost in life, traveling because there's no where to stop. Wanting to stop but yet when you do you get so uncomfortable you need to move again. Hoping one day you will find a place, a life that will embrace you.

Aaron leaves Portland and eventually ends up at a family reunion in Mississippi. He hangs out with other family outcasts, contemplating the fact that his life has been even more unfulfilling than his fucked up cousin's.

Great writing, it's both sad and humorous. I want to get past issues...

A new issue of Big Hands, finds our author just as frustrated and perceptive as ever. Back in North Carolina, Aaron flashes back to not-quite-romances gone sour and old teenage routines of free movies and food samples. There's aimless driving in beat-up cars, a single chat line rendezvous gone wrong, and a walk through the night mist with a girl from a party. The stories in this zine are achingly nostalgic and yet still intelligently reflective. Big Hands epitomizes that hopeful stagnation of knowing what we want, and knowing this isn't it.

Big Hands 5.5 is something special and a little different. Aaron, in his first piece of rock criticism, chronicles the history of the band Chumbawamba. From their infamy as the "I get knocked down, but I get up again band," to their more overtly subversive material...but then again, what's more subversive than infiltrating the Billboard top 40 with a song that seems to be from an average joe like you and I? You're wearing your hat backwards, pumping the keg when, Surprise! They're Anarchists! This issue is the usual witty introspection, but with more of a focus. There's a version of this zine with a bootleg Chumbawamba tape. This version comes with a cassette!!! Because Aaron dubbed some more!!!!

Big Hands #6 is more of the consistent, thoughtful writing we've come to expect from Aaron. The Moravians were a group of Protestants that settled in what is now Piedmont, North Carolina in the 1700's. Aaron compares his own penchant for self-destructiveness to that of the Morvarians, and postulates that perhaps it's all a matter a geography. We're also treated to Thanksgiving memories, and another boring party, gone to out of obligation, so that it seems Aaron's life is more a matter of tradition than anything else, even if they're traditions he despises.