an existentialist kid trapped in an adult's body
In high school I was emo. In uni I was punk. In my twenties I was a hippie with a foul mouth. In my thirties, a fucking pirate. They say things get better with age, and in this story, I guess it's true. But nothing lasts forever, so here's a little tribute. I won't start... Continue Reading →
Today marks 35 years of my life and I'm taking a moment to reflect on it all. Please take the following with a grain of salt, as I'm still figuring things out. But, with age I have grown in audacity. So fuck it, here's what I've learned so far... 1- Your family is either batshit... Continue Reading →
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 →
I was born here, in Canada. And I strongly identify as Canadian first, all else second. But I was raised in the most ethnic of ways. No really, I did not grow up white.
For example, I was in ESL until Grade 4. Did I mention I was born here?
In animals it is easy to see how being 'nice' can leave you worse off than your fellow creatures. If you've ever seen a mother dog, cat or pig feeding its babies from its tits, you'll see that sometimes not all the kids fit. I have no clue how many tits they come with, 5 maybe? But when there's more offspring than nipples, there's often a runt in the litter.
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