Just the general going ons. Could be work based. Or just a drink. The day to day of living. Rather than tweet about it, or be annoying on Facebook. Here.
So I’ve been eying reporter's notebooks lately. They come in 4"x8" sheets and look so newsie. You flip them up and back. Page after page. Held in one hand as you scribble furiously with the other. Walking, talking, it is your useful aid. I like the look, but a problem unfolds. Where do I put … Continue reading Men wear jackets. Women wear purses.
It figures Bell should call just after I smoked a joint. This being the 20th time the collector is calling, and a Friday so I'm at home to answer it, I answered. The joint was still smoking when the call came in. About halfway to the end, a fine roach beginning to form, ring ring … Continue reading When the collectors call
My neighbour set off fireworks, I ducked for cover. A new year begins.
The thing about buying weed in oka is you really don’t know what you are getting. Today it really is a mystery. As in mysterious mix, $5 a gram. As in I am poor or under employed. This holds some appeal. Stretching the dollar. No name chips and questionable weed; distractions have never been so … Continue reading Smoking the question mark
We're chilling. I'm with beer. He's with conversation. The best times are there.
The clouds indeed partied. A beautiful day at the camping.
Once, when we were younger, and there were no words, we spoke freely and without resolve. Then time, and grievance found home in our hearts. Now silence seems appropriate when audiences grow louder. Oh time. Why’d you make me see you passing?
If you thought something more, well, it's the camping.
Number 1 is expectations. This isn't a polished review. This is incomplete thoughts. Posts that are unfinished. Rough drafts. Blurry photos. Unfinished pieces of music. Just a smattering of whatever, whenever. There will be an effort, someday, to sort this shit out. Give category, and reason for why each post should exist. Maybe identify some … Continue reading Some changes are in order
But Margaret Atwood told me I should just write, in a YouTube video ad. Somehow cars became words. She said write, so I did. Ugggggggggggg. And the need to agonize over every phrase, and the need to have a conjunction, a pause, a break; something other than just words, and punctuation. Grrrrrrrrrrrrr. Just stop. Words … Continue reading Oh damn, it was just too easy to stop
