Snow, Family, and Blatant Pimping
I went walking with my dad today. It was odd, because it was something we hadn't done for a long time, and it was something we used to do so often. We talked about the things we used to talk about: movies, places we wanted to go, books we loved to read. It was snowing. Six days after the fact, it was looking like Christmas. We went into the Guelph Craft Collective, and he bought me a beautiful necklace. I didn't really deserve it, and as he paid for it I felt guilty. Sometimes I know that I don't deserve to have him as a father. But if he wasn't, I probably wouldn't have known him, so I'm selfishly glad that he's my father.
He told me that I couldn't wear the necklace until I had done something brave, or something that had taken a lot of will power. I think that will be applying for jobs. I never understood why it's so difficult for me to do that. I would rather be brave in some big way, like standing up for sweatshop workers or something similarly lofty, but I better start small. We don't want to get discouraged early.
My brother was on the radio and in the Ottawa Citizen this morning. I'm really proud ( and maybe a little jealous) of what he's doing. Look, I'll start doing some creative shit as soon as I stop eating uncooked hot dogs straight from the fridge. He has a show at the Black Sheep on the 9th if any of you are in Ottawa and want to check out my more talented, if homelier, brother. If you just can't get enough of his wonderful duff, visit his website and tell him it needs at least 100% more hard core porn.
He told me that I couldn't wear the necklace until I had done something brave, or something that had taken a lot of will power. I think that will be applying for jobs. I never understood why it's so difficult for me to do that. I would rather be brave in some big way, like standing up for sweatshop workers or something similarly lofty, but I better start small. We don't want to get discouraged early.
My brother was on the radio and in the Ottawa Citizen this morning. I'm really proud ( and maybe a little jealous) of what he's doing. Look, I'll start doing some creative shit as soon as I stop eating uncooked hot dogs straight from the fridge. He has a show at the Black Sheep on the 9th if any of you are in Ottawa and want to check out my more talented, if homelier, brother. If you just can't get enough of his wonderful duff, visit his website and tell him it needs at least 100% more hard core porn.