an existentialist kid trapped in an adult's body
I open my Facebook and its full of babies. When did I accept a friend request from a baby? Ah, yes, my friend reproduced. Cool. We're all more or less in our 30s...this shit is National Geographically-David Suzuki normal. So why am I weirded out? Its a little bit crazy that you grow a human... Continue Reading →
And am I one? The other night, over a few jolly pints and less than witty banter, I stumbled upon a cold hard fact. For the longest time, I've been living in sweet oblivion. I've allowed myself to believe that I am from a generation beyond my uncomfortably close peers; the one before the infamous... Continue Reading →
My immigrant parents never failed to remind me of the sacrifices they made when they made the move to Canada. Making sure to tell me all the gory details, and how their unwavering conviction saw them through the hardest of times. They lived a life not for pleasure's sake but for righteousness itself. Always noble... Continue Reading →
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