Issue 7.1 will really make you read between the lines.
That’s right: Volume 7. That means The Molotov Cocktail has just turned six years old. We’re now as old as a kindergartener or the term of a U.S. Senator, whichever is more impressive.
We’re kicking off our seventh year of existence with baptismal whales, frigid babies and old faces stowed away in shoe boxes.
You ever dance with the devil in the pale moonlight?
– The Editor