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I wrote with my friends. Almost everyone did. Sometimes I wrote too much. Sometimes, others did. I liked to write. I still like to write. But I did not write to the point of blacking out, and I never sexually assaulted anyone. There is a bright line between writing, which I gladly do, and which I fully embrace, and sexually assaulting someone, which is a violent crime.

We wrote too much. We liked to write. You know, we... whatever the chart says, a word/page count chart.

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July 05, 2021

The space between us in 1% better

I don’t know why. I guess the time was right. About five, six years ago, I broke up with three important men in my life. My brother, my business partner and my best friend. The break ups happene...


In terms of education, I graduated at the bottom of my class from a second rate Canadian University with a bachelors degree in economics. The important word in that sentence is graduated. I atte...


June 29, 2021

The truth prevails in 1% better

When it is hot like this, I like to say it’s stinking hot and it is if only because it is garbage day and 27C at 10am. Wilting in the heat And pets panting, laying flat out Garbage day in the sw...


After not getting hired at the Weipa bauxite mines and subsequently getting fired from the drive-in liquor store for stealing. “It’s a set up man. I was framed”, (I really was), Ryan and I made o...


June 23, 2021

Ice cream in 1% better

The secret of selling a lot of ice cream is to overserve people on a regular basis so someone is always wandering around the mall with an enormous ice cream cone, dripping it on their shoes, lick...


June 22, 2021

O&M in 1% better

She came into my office twice a day or once every two days and stood there not taking a chair, not leaning against the wall, just stood there and started off with something bold, “Who did you blo...


June 21, 2021

Paint Line 2 in 1% better

The days are sweltering and the nights are humid. I duck out the side door for a smoke, keeping one eye on the roll, turning slowly at the start of Paint Line 2. It is late in the evening, probab...


June 20, 2021

Weipa in 1% better

Crazylegs, who I worked with selling advertising into a glossy high end magazine, once said that men define themselves by the job they have. I don’t really agree except to say that men have to wo...


June 19, 2021

bushibans in 1% better

I was on South Molle Island when Mr. Friendly found me, got ahold of me on the telephone, all the way from Ottawa. He was calling long distance from a company phone, a company he was just about t...


McGrath Canada Collection Agency was located just outside the Rideau Centre in the Byward Market area of downtown Ottawa, less than a kilometre from Parliament Hill. For me, it was a twenty minu...


I was in the biggest shit hole of all Southeast Asia, Kuala Lumpur, thinking about catching a ferry to Sumatra, and getting involved in one low lever scam after another, one petty hassle atop ano...


(Avocado picking in Israel) When I was growing up, we’d never see avocados in the supermarket. We’d never have them in our house. I don’t remember seeing them, tasting them or even knowing about...


June 14, 2021

the cat in 1% better

Rained overnight, which is nice, cooled things down, just 15C at 10:30 and I’m on the front porch in my gym shorts and socks, a red t-shirt that’s fading to pink, a yeti full of hot coffee and my...


June 13, 2021

Taitung in 1% better

Sunday morning. Quiet. Except for that damn jet that keeps flying around. It’s annoying, like living in Taitung with the CCP encroaching on our airspace all the time, the sonic whoosh of the Taiw...


June 12, 2021

the re-join in 1% better

The jet does another flyover. What’s going on? Are we being attacked? I’m out by the pool with my laptop and a cup of coffee. Saturday morning with the whole day ahead, nothing much to do. I need...


I have to learn to relax. I’m full on or fast asleep. There’s no cruising speed, no touring mode, no meandering aimlessly. It’s making me crazy. I can’t relax. Today I thought I would have an eas...


June 10, 2021

How did I get here? in 1% better

I lay in bed in the middle of the afternoon listening to Jackson Browne talking about California back in the late 60s and early 70s. Then, after a short nap, I hang out back by the pool with the ...


June 08, 2021

normal, whatever in 1% better

The city workers came along and put a heap of ‘slow’ signs in the middle of all the residential streets, bolting them into the asphalt when no one was looking, taking advantage of the most recent...


June 06, 2021

Baltimore in 1% better

I suppose the chance of me dying penniless in Baltimore is remote. I could make it happen, but I’d have to work at it. I’ve never even been to Baltimore. I hear they have a drug problem. When I t...


June 01, 2021

the old neighbours in 1% better

Out for a stroll about the neighbourhood last night and we bumped into our old neighbours. We shared a back fence for nine years when we first came back to Canada. Back then we knew no one and no...


I’ve been an avocado picker, a beekeeper, a featured extra on a TV show, a bakery truck driver, in sales, in marketing, in advertising, a tax preparer, a stage crew worker, a cleaner, dishwasher,...


May 26, 2021

showtime in 1% better

I like to get an early start, when the sun comes up early and late start when the sun comes up late, following the natural rhythm of nature, like a prehistoric caveman or bog-standard peasant bef...


May 25, 2021

Rust-belt beets in 1% better

Day breaks early this time of year and like a common plump and hairy beet out in the field, shaking off the morning dew, singing beet songs of love lost and adventures had, happy in the morning s...


I met a guy once who looked like Sting. I think it probably ruined his life. It was about five years ago and I was out on a call with Crazylegs. We were doing our thing and it suddenly dawned on...


May 23, 2021

Daily in 1% better

I started posting daily videos on my Youtube channel. Just for fun. I’ll set up my camera in the public square or outside the waste treatment plant where hippies like to play frisbee, or walking ...


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