I was just thinking of you, so I called

Nostalgia, my bitter little friend, come in for some tea.

Lets talk about it.

I left my home today

7 months

1 break in

4 electric souls

2 paint jobs

3 one-night stands

5 broken glasses

210 days

87 sleepless nights

100 hangovers

369 laughs

534 Bathurst.

Miss you, little house.

candy coat it, please.

Today I watched a spider kill and eat a fly. On the weekend my dog died. I don't want to talk about it. Last Thursday I got drunk and promised Cailyn I'd paint her a canvas of a snowboarding egg. The day before that I was watching Lady Sings The Blues and the actor who played Louis McKay looked like a boy that I used to really like, except African-American and old... but I still drank that off too.

Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme

I'm still in Scarborough. I don't know when I'm leaving. I don't know if I want to leave. I used to say I'd leave and never look back, but Scarborough, you are an anomaly. I have never loved and at the same time hated anything as much as you. It's just the way your Rapid Transit doors get stuck closed in the winter and men with anti-freeze and hockey sticks come and have to beat them open. The way Friday and Saturday nights riding the subway are parties in themseves with the amount of people pre-drinking on their way down town. The way your cops shoot young ruffians, and the way young ruffians shoot your cops. The way you courageously take the blame for all crimes written about in newspapers when we all know they really occured in North York.The way English is a second language on the Lawrence bus next to Hindi. The way part of the "W" of Walmart's sign has burned out and is now spelt the way it's pronounced in an East Indian accent as, "Valmart." The way my bike used to get stolen all the time. And of course, the way people involuntarily back away when I say I'm from scarborough.

This picture comes up when you google Scarborough

Apples and tangerines

The thing about the city is that no one ever calls saying, “Let’s go for a drive.”
But last night I was back home in Scarborough and Nick did just that.

Nick and I once held hands for a year and a half. You could call it teenage love if you want to, but whatever it was, I’m glad that after it all ended, we can still call eachother.
We drove to the middle of nowhere, or what seemed like it. We sat under the full moon smoking cigarettes and laughing about the nights we spent together that turned into mornings with our pupils huge and our hearts on fire. It was nice to trade police sirens and the buzz of streetcars for bull frogs and cricket sounds. It was nice to trade a new face for an old one. Even for one night.

This house is a circus, beserkus, fuck.

These things happened last night:

We meet a drunk Native girl named Sky. She wanders over to our drinking stoop eating spare ribs and wearing no underwear.

30 year old douchebag named Paul Benoit wanders over to the stoop as well.

Cailyn comments on the level of his douchebagness and he throws a cigarette at her.

I push him, Ashley burns a hole in his sweater and Sky threatens to kill him with an empty bottle of Olde English malt liquor.

He leaves and Sky opts to smash the bottle on the sidewalk instead.

People threaten to call the police, so we leave.Quick.

We arrive at some bar and I receive a text from my roommate saying our basement neighbours apartment has been broken into again.

We head to my roof to watch the cops come; a favourite past time.

The cops are gone by the time we stumble home but we still decide to sit on my roof.

Ac Slater opts to climb the tree beside my roof.

Ac Slater falls out of said tree, knocking himsef unconcious.

We think he's dead.

A cop car, ambulance and fire truck arrive.

They take Ac to the hospital where he is treated for a severe concussion and a shit load of cuts.

the best part:

Paramedic talking to a barely concious Ac laying in a bush:"Do you remember how you landed?"

Barely concious Ac:" Uhh, on my feet I think"

We love you Ac! Get better soon!

Cailyn, Ac and the legendary Sky, straight out of jail for attempted murder

Bathurst Blues

"No one here is as fun, lively, constructively reckless or blonde as you"

I just want Israel to give me back my muse.

Miss you, Chompsky