I tried to write this really long thing but it was stupid. So, hey, look,
the Edmonton Sun did it for me. Obviously there's a lot more I could say, but you know . . . like it fucking matters. That's not even bitterness, it's just reality. I miss how things used to be, I wish stuff was different, but there's a limited amount I can do to change anything. I'm trying, at least, not to let it bother me.
Meanwhile,
could a guy be less original? Thanks, everyone, who came out to mine.
Happy friggin' birthday to me. I'm for Toronto, out.