Okay. I guess I'm ready now. No, no, that's incorrect. As my old bar buddy (it's like a war buddy, replete with dead soldiers vis a vis empty Kokanee bottles) Harry said when I would always announce that I was going to miss my next billiards shot "You need to think positive". Let me re-phrase myself: I am ready now.
I think it all started to come about with the hugging.
Frickin' touching. It's for hippies. Goddamn hippies.
About Me
- Duder
- An anxious chewer of nails, I can often be found running alone in groups of spandex clad North Vancouverites or attending an AA meeting and hoping no one asks me to share. I give an inordinate amount of thought to creating my own religion, but ultimately end up playing sudoku instead. It has been medically proven that I was born with a horseshoe up my ass. I believe one should be respected not for the money they have in the bank, nor the letters behind their name, but rather by how they live their lives.
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Dating fucking sucks.9 years ago
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Poems written on the water13 years ago
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