tiffany ackerman

The first time I met Puckett was in high school art class. He was hocking his zine, "Pucknation," for 50 cents a copy, surrounded by two tables of students who were dying of laughter at one of his stories. I was so nervous that I had to bring an emotional-support friend across the room with me to buy a copy. The zine was just like him: outgoing, unapologetic, sharp wit, and a cast of writers who I later discovered were mostly him, written under different anagrams of his name. Puckett was...