Toronto’s first big snowfall. Large snow flakes fall onto my plaid jacket, and the cold seeps through my doc martens. You know it is winter when the roads are fully backed up, and when all the driers forget how to drive in a snowfall. Canadian winters. I spent my evening judging a talent competition. Was…
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Empty bottles and a club full of gays.
Tired and still hungover from my four days of binge drinking in Montreal, I undressed and tucked myself into the bed of my Toronto condo and began to reminisce. The trip was quite interesting and highly eventful for not only did I spend four amazing nights with some of my best friends, I also experienced…
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