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.
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.
My dad lives in downtown Vancouver and he owns one of “those” dogs. You know, the kind you fear passing as a dog owner. The kind that looks like it’s about to snap at any moment and lunge out to try to bite your dog.