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Live as if you'll die today

Friday, December 19, 2014

Walk of Shame?

Someone asked me the other day if I ever did the walk of shame.
Being not so hip I had to have explained to me what the walk of shame is.
While I will admit I have done it I have never thought of it as a walk of shame.
Those walks of shame as you so call them for me were a sign I had an awesome night. What can I say, and besides just because you are going home in the morning in the same clothes you wore out doesn't mean you've done anything to feel shameful about.People's assumptions and opinions are so fucked.

So with that in mind here's one of my rock n' roll fables for you.
Perhaps my best walk of shame?

A number of years ago I worked fulltime at A&B Sound and part time at the best ever live music club in Victoria, Harpo's.
Like any job sometimes you like to go for a drink after work.
Quite convenient to work in a bar you don't have to go far.
Sometimes if you were lucky it was a night when the band decided to kick back with the staff and boy could I tell you stories but I have to stick with this one.
On one of these nights when the band was hanging out the bass player and I struck up good conversation.
Good conversation lead to more drinks and more drinks lead to how about we get out of here. Next thing you know it's morning you're getting your roommate to give the bass player a ride to the band house and yourself a ride to work. And as the vehicle drives away you hear "you might want to wash that autograph off your leg before you get to work" You look down and on your calf in black permanent marker is an autograph, too freakin' hilarious.

So, walk of shame or just a great night of fun.
You tell me.

Wednesday, December 17, 2014


OK so I missed a couple days.
Trust me I've had nothing nice to say.
Still don't!
I am so frustrated with the world right now.
In need of some primal scream therapy.
I'll be back tomorrow with some words of wisdom
A challenge is a challenge.

Sunday, December 14, 2014


Why so much hate?
Why are people so mean?
Why is everyone so afraid to admit they're afraid?
Why are we destroying our planet?
Why don't we speak up?
Why do some follow so blindly?

Saturday, December 13, 2014

Talking to Myself

As I was standing at the ATM tonight the lady next to me was chattering away to herself.
It reminded me of how much people bug me about talking to myself.
I don't think of it as talking to myself as much as I think of it as vocalizing my thoughts.
Is there a difference and what's wrong with talking to yourself anyway?
At least I know I'm talking to someone with intelligence.

Friday, December 12, 2014

Remember When

Remember when a ringtone was a families way of knowing the call was for their house
Remember when tv programming ended at midnight and there was only one channel
Remember when kids used to play outside
Remember when families ate dinner together at the table
Remember when a hashtag was a pound sign
Remember when you knew your neighbour
Remember when people talked in complete words and sentences
Remember when a peanut butter sandwich was safe to take in your lunch
Remember when the whole world wasn't going to hell in a hand basket
Remember when young people respected their elders
Remember when ...

Thursday, December 11, 2014

Something You Don’t Know

Where to start... well I was born a poor black child.
Oh wait that was a Steve Martin movie.
One of the things about me is that I speak and reference song lyrics and movie lines a lot.Some  people get me others just think I am weird which is just fine with me!
The reason I decided to start with something about myself is because I was thinking about a question WestJet  hopefuls get asked during the initial interview process.
Tell us something we don't know about you.
Hmmm do you be serious and heartfelt,do you shock and awe,do you make them laugh or do you say something like I just said and get looked at like you are a crazy person. I do tend to be the latter so I probably wouldn't make it as a WestJet employee.
Kidding aside this is Day 1 of my 30 day writing challenge. The goal is to make the 30 days and take it beyond making it part of my daily ritual. Almost sounds like rehab! Perhaps it is.
I currently have writings and photography on this blog feel free to peruse but don't be too critical I am fragile. JK! Well not completely.

peace and love