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My Little Mom

Warning: F-bombs and bitchiness.You’ve been warned.I wrote this a couple months ago, before... :(Was it Mercury Retrograde or the MSG or was it MLM (My Little Mom) fading fast that made me so fucking cranky? See, a swear in the first fucking sentence. (Though, I do feel a little better getting that out.)So, what’s going on in my world … Let’s see. Well, I spend half my time at My Sister’s home (on Vancouver Island) giving her a bit of a break and providing some twisted sister comfort—more on that in a minute—and the other half of my time in Vancouver partying like a washed up rock star, minus the drugs.Benefits of being with my family:No pants. (PJs: yes)No sirens.No...

A Serious Case of the Sads.

Since I haven't written in what seems like forever, I'm going to have to just sum up. I've gone through a shit storm of sadness with people I love dropping like flies. I can't tell you any more than that because it involves others who are private and don't want people to know what's going on in their lives. Suffice it to say that it's been a big struggle, and I have been wading through the muck of emotion for several months. There have been funny times during the morose moments. I can't detail that yet either, but it involves inappropriate taxidermy jokes. In general, I've been in Campbell River for months taking short breaks to hit Vancouver (I do...

A Letter to My Dad... I Forgive You; I Apologize to You; I Thank You

Hi Dad, or should I call you Henry? It’s been so long I’m not sure how to address you anymore. I was looking at old photos the other day and thought of you. I wonder if you’ll get this, if any of it will register. Will it find you, wherever you are? I wanted to let you know that I forgive you. In fact, I forgave you a long time ago. I don’t know why I waited so long to tell you. Maybe I thought that somehow through the cosmos you’d simply know. Please read the full article here on elephantjournal! :) ...

From Bitter Broker to Broke and Happy—The Joy of Simply Waking Up

The other day I’m on my way to a vintage clothing shop (read: second hand), and I see two fellows on the bus bench in front of the shop. They’re obviously homeless as evidenced by their grubby, layered frocks; mangy, matted hair; shopping cart of filthy blankets and extra, oversized army jackets; and the 2 litre bottle of cheap chardonnay they are sharing at 10am on a Tuesday morning. The fellow facing me has brown hair and glaucoma. He asks, “Can you spare some change?” I say, “Just a minute,” and go into the store, not wanting them to filch my cash, feeling paranoid they’ll steal my wallet and somehow out-shuffle me down the street. I enter the...

The Abbott Kinney Disconnect—A Misfit’s Musings

Location: Venice Beach, CA. I’m in Venice Beach, California, land of hippies, hipsters, homeless, surfers, artists, con-artists, lame-ass, lonely, eco-friendly, eclectic, misguided, uber urban misfits and more singles than you can shake a handmade-hemp-stick at. It’s a melting pot of pop-culture and quirky characters, fame-seekers and soul-searchers, vendors selling all manner of wares and tourists flowing in a never-ending wave. I ride my bike on the Venice Boardwalk observing from a safe, speedy distance the disconnectedness of it all. I feel alone but not lonely. There’s an understanding—if not connection—in our unspoken and unconsciously acknowledged disconnect. The place I’m staying is 2 blocks away from the famous Abbott Kinney Boulevard, a 1-mile enviro-ethical guilt-free shopping-spree zone. Over...

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