If Jesus Christ had left the cross a big blunt in his mouth, or if that bastard of Judah had not snitched on him as would have done an ordinary bourgeois of the 16th district of Paris, the story would have been different, our dear and loving marijuana would have been symbol of freedom, and the priests would smoke large joints instead of being afraid of dying. In short, the corrupted mass medias are still trying to get us away from the truth, and Jacker Magazine is always jacking off our street semen in your faces. From the streets of the german capital to the town of the Australian Hippies, to Avignon, through New York, Paris, Montreal, we once again roamed the urban culture as best as we could, all that on an underground techno or hip hop tune, according to our mood and the dosage of the beast. The harvest is fast approaching, if not already done. Take the time to go home, to make a big one and to enjoy this third issue. In street we trust. Amen.