an existentialist kid trapped in an adult's body
It was the last house on the south side of King Street before a little open space and Roncesvalles marking the edge of gentrification. I was so young. So naive. So raw. Things were so big, so full of feeling, so dramatic, so careless. I made mistakes, and learned, and I didn't care if I made another.
If you're reading this, you're lucky. Not because my writing is any good, but because you're here. Here on Earth. And there is nothing more precious. Earlier this week, something tragic happened to a distant friend of mine. Distant enough that we haven't kept in touch. Close enough that the news hurt when I learned... Continue Reading →
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