I remember sitting around as a teenager in the 90s, talking with my friends about the Green party like they were pirates trying to steal votes in a sea of political filth and ambiguity.
It always starts the same way…
I run into someone uptown or go MIA on social media channels for too long, maybe they were talking to a family member – they want to know how I’ve been. It doesn’t matter if they bring it up or I do, inevitably I get asked THE QUESTION.
Ok, so here’s the deal. I’ve written this blog post twice. Maybe three times if you count the insane ramblings on my phone at 4am. And I really need to just stop fighting the truth and write what needs to be written, #truthcation style:
I had someone say those exact words to me the other day in such a matter of fact way that I literally stopped what I was doing and stared at them inquisitively to see if it was a case of misread sarcasm.
After visiting all 10 provinces we were starting to get pretty high on ourselves. We’d braved wind, rain, snow, and lightning storms… dealt with exploding butts, exploding windshields and exploding personalties (mostly mine when I accidentally deleted entire blog posts)… and had come out on the other side.