Can’t harvest a barren land now, can we?
There’s something about summer that arrests my thinking. The heat? The years of slacking during the summer, that probably conditioned my brain to conserve it’s energy from June to September? The short-shorts that liquefy my brains from mush to some kinda puree?
Whatever it is, I’m retreating back [...]
“Are you finished school?”
“Yeah, graduated in June.”
“What now?”
Hmm! I’d love to answer that question as cool as Marcellus Wallace does, but, without the pre-requisite ass fucking that goes along with it:
I hate having this conversation. Mainly because I’m not quite sure what I want and the other is because 99% of the people think I’m [...]
I looked on the schedule last week and found out that I was working a lot that was being picketed. I wasn’t looking forward to this since:
1) I just wanna do my job without someone bugging me.
2) I hate loud noises.
So when I showed up Monday morning, I was greeted by loud fucking music and [...]
The garbage strike has turned Toronto into a shithole. I’m not under any delusion that it was a pristine city before this, but I could at least walk down Yonge St. without tripping over bags of garbage that people have left at the bins. I don’t expect people to do otherwise, I mean, what’s the [...]
His name was Paul Drummond and I was in Grade 4. I tried searching for him on Facebook, but couldn’t find him (or didn’t want to sift through the many different Paul Drummonds), so I just gave up. The last I saw of him he was smoking at a bus stop [snarky remark about how [...]