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Heavy bass lines
A slightly incompetent jazz band, a cell phone with a dead battery and a pair of dice. That's all I've got ('cepting Esmerelda) to keep me entertained. Locked away for days now. It's not so bad, ...
Beijing
They guy in Toronto could have been on Beijing, Barcelona or Botswana time and who says you can’t eat a hamburger for breakfast. Go to the Beijing airport in 45 minutes, from breakfast to the ai...
Juror number eight
The jury was made up with 11 women and me. I wondered why I was chosen. Why am I the token male. What question did I get wrong. I tried my best to fail the questions to get onto the jury. I went ...
Tinkering with time
Woke up with the sun streaming through the window and a boner a pee-on. My lips covered in a thin layer of smegma. I get up make the coffee, feed the dog and put on Songza - disco hits from the 7...
Telephone call from Haida Gwaii
Dan called. I was listening to Thelma Huston’s “Don’t leave me this way”, and sipping on an extra-sweet cup of coffee. He said he was getting nervous about the trip to Shanghai. He asked me if I...
Ducky
The appeal of drinking is huge. It makes me feel happy just thinking about it. Give me a tallboy. The highballs are on me. Let’s have a glass of wine and sit by the fire. I’ll get my hands on y...
Shanghai
It’s been a while but I’m going back to Shanghai. I’ll be there in October, maybe a week, ten days tops. I’m going to keep moving this time. I won’t have to shoehorn myself out of there like last...
Rotten peaches and cooked dryer loads
The factory is always hot and humid. The sun goes down and with the machines running, we slip out the side doors, catching a breeze, having a smoke, the night sky looking like a rotten peach, sme...
Big toe got better. Can’t feel it. Never really could. Antiseptic cream, a big band-aid took care of it. It looks tougher now. It’ll have a scar. When I was growing up, there was a family that ...
King Toe
Tuesday is garbage day.Comes early. Often while I’m still in bed with my morning boner and sweet wispy dreams, I hear that stinky beast farting and groaning past my house on Euclid Avenue. It cho...
Felling like a dusty PT Cruiser
I sit in McDonald’s, writing about my diet, about quitting drinking, about drinking decafe, listening to music from the 80’s and looking out the window at the cheap and dusty cars at the back of ...
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