Category: Tales From A Wasted Youth
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Animal-Friendly, Anti-Facist, Gay-Positive, Pro-Feminist or: How Less Talk, More Rock Changed My Life
I once wrote about the worst of Winnipeg. Now I’ll write about the best. I had heard Propagandhi’s first record “How To Clean Everything”, after some enterprising individual obtained a copy (read: stole it) for me from a chain record store in my hometown. Take that Capitalism! I remember not really being into it. It was…
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YYZ –>BOG IX: Thirty-One
Part I Part II Part III Part IV Part V Part VI Part VII Part IIX The travels of Sal Paradise documented in On The Road spanned 7 years, and took Kerouac 3 weeks to write. I’ve always hated that book (for reasons I’ll gladly discuss with you…
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In Hate…
There was this girl in high school (she will remain nameless here) who, due to our last names being so close into the alphabet, always ended up sitting near me in every class we had together. The fact that we ended up in a surprising amount of classes together was odd, and suggested that we may…
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I fucking Hate The Guess Who
I know, I claim to be into music of all genres. And I really am, honestly. I’m not one of those jagoffs who ‘loves everything except rap’ or ‘Can’t stand that country music’ Ask me to DJ your birthday party (Please do. DJ Dawson From Dawson’s Creek is for hire, and I’m cheap) You’ll get…
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These Fries Could Use A Little Salt…
It was Devil’s Night 2009 and, as there is every other year in London, Ontario, there was a Matadors show at Call The Office (This was also the same night I met wifey, but that’s a different, boring, go nowhere story altogether) I had seen Evan around…we were bar friends, and not much more than…
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Don’t Call My Name…
When I was 25, I was in a bit of a weird spot. My quarter life crisis was in full swing and the only real friends I had were either dead, or lived in a another city that they refused to leave. I had plans to leave London, because it didn’t feel like home and…
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A Little Friday Depression
You know those songs that are so powerful, they’re like a punch in the cock and balls? Those one’s that are so good you want to cry, but then your co-workers would totally laugh at you for crying over some stupid punk song? I’m currently wasting the company bandwidth listening to this over and over.…
Bury Me In Vans 
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