Jack Greer is a mischievous jerk with devilish grin. Actually, no. I take that back. He is not a jerk but a young man, always up to something crafty, something scandalous, something serious. These are quintessential times and he's the documenter of his kindred crew. So let's take a look through his eyes, a step in his Vans sk8 highs, and into his slick shit, sick shit: zines. Here's Hangin Out, edition 1 of 6, 2007.
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