there is both bad and good to being home.
On the good side, I get free food and lodging with hardly any bills to speak of.
On the bad side I had to borrow some cash from my mom to go out for a drink last night.
That was slightly uncomfortable.

Yet, the evening was amazing. I went to the Tranzac club off Bloor Street to see some free
bluegrass music with my friend Stefan. It was a phenomenal time catching up and watching
some very talented musicians play music that you don't get to hear too often, well, anywhere.
We told our stories of recent times and walked the streets.

Good people are good.

Beer prices in Toronto are stupid.

I miss the My Bar nine dollar pitchers in K-town


I've been in a kind of shutdown mode for the past week and a bit, but this can be considered
somewhat normal seeing as I don't have much contact with the outside world other than the odd outdoor
occasion - that and my daily bike rides that make me feel good inside, but my ass hurts on the outside.

I'm still looking for a job, but I surmise the process will take a while.

blargh

ajc

Hello,

my name is Andrew and I live at home with my parents . . . .

I have an entire country that begs me to go out and explore with the conscience of Youth as its accomplice.
There are a million places I could go. The only thing I'm hampered by is a bank account that reads 500 to the negative.

Everything is back to normal after my small wee fuck up. If you're interested I'll tell you the story the next time I see
you. We'll share a beer and you can learn from my mistakes. I always find it more rewarding to learn from the mistakes of
others, friends or no . . . . it's that selfishness thing.

I try and go out but I've got no money to do so, thus, self-improvement is the song that I'm singing, to the tune of an hour long
bike ride each day. I need to undo the damage that a few years of indolence and apathy have subjected my body to.
It wasn't bad when I was on the Queen's Varsity Fencing Team, but I stopped that two years ago and have noticed a bugle where
there once was no such thing. Considering that it's been a few years since I went through what medical science refers to as
"becoming a man", the appearance of this bulge is not greeted with a general feeling of joy nor a bar mitzvah - just a desire to
hop on the bicycle. Besides, I'm not jewish.

Anyone want to employ me? I'm a good guy who won't steal too much from the workplace.



Scripted and sold, but I won't be decorated

blargh

ajc