Wednesday, June 23, 2004 

They Violate My Space...



A buddy of mine is moving back home to the East Coast. Not a really close buddy… but a good guy, who will be missed. This is the guy who taught me to read regularly… the guy who introduced me to authors like Ken Kesey, Hunter S. Thompson and Larry Flynt. Y’know… the classics.

Here’s what I’d like to say to DH. First of all… I hear that DH is really G. Second of all… I’d still like to meet that recluse who watches you play a mean pinball in Union Station…. and finally… thanks man. You’ve made us laugh with your dry sense of humour and you can hold your pints… and really… there is little more to being a man. Or is that… “There is more to being a Little Man”? Ahahahahah!

Hey, short guys live longer. You have my permission to dance a fervent jig on my grave.

Good luck on the Cape and don’t forget about your high falootin’ city friends.

Cheers buddy.






Tuesday, June 15, 2004 

Trance Sit



I live in the "East End" of the city. Today was one of the first really humid, smoggy, shitty Toronto days this year (to which my generation has become so accustomed). I noticed, riding the subway first West then South… that the North-South train was NOTICEBALY cooler than the East-West train. That is, the train that carries the more affluent "Downtowners" to the city’s "Uptown" (and vice versa) was EXCESSIVELY more comfortable (and expensive to operate) than the underprivileged East-West train that generally carries a clearly less well-off load of immigrants and working-class to their humble neighbourhoods. People who have no OTHER choice than to take "The Better Way".

And all I could think of was FUCK YOU Toronto Transit Commission and your propaganda advertisements citing diversity and cultural transcendence.

Then I shooed some foreign homeless guy out of the way so I could put my FCUK purchases into their own comfortable seats.