The secret of being a bore.

I am quite literally alone in the suburbs. It is seriously agonizing seeing as there’s absolutely no one to go get a drink with in the mid afternoon. Everyone seems to be either in their homeland, back at school or at their jobs. What am I doing during this time? Writing and drinking. As the…

Tabula Rasa & Rambling.

Throughout our lives, it always seems like we are being continuously watched. We are watched by parents when we are children, we Re watched over by superiors at work, and we are continuously surveillanced as customers in a store. There is never really a time where we are fully independent. I understand the sense of…

3 words, 6 letters.

Sitting in a packed cafeteria, I sip my Venti Americano and begin working diligently on the stacks of work in front of me. Lately there has been something that has been sticking with me and really bothering the hell out of my mind. Looking around, I see dozens of couples holding hands, or looking lovingly…

Unaccompanied labels.

When walking down the aisles of a bakery, you pass by stacks upon stacks of loaves: Multigrain, whole wheat, and white. The one common thing about these loaves, is the day labels. These multi-coloured pieces of plastic that get stuck under the microwave serve a purpose: They are used to tell the consumer what day…

Winner and a Douchebag.

With candlelight illuminating the night, whispers linger throughout the foreground. With the window jarred open, a chilly breeze seeps in through the window. As the air circulates around me, it makes this summertime sweater weather feel like a cool crisp autumn day. If you came across seeing me at the moment, you will find me…

They had corn. Toronto Urban Roots Festival.

TURF. Toronto Urban Roots Festival. I have spent the last two days at such an amazing festival surrounded by brilliant artists. This weekend I stepped away from my Netflix and took Radiant Wording to Fort York Historic Commons for the festival. I was lucky enough to be given media accreditation for Radiant Wording, and a…

Gatsby-fying the way you think.

Standing in a line filled with dozens of people, I wait impatiently at ministry ontario waiting to have my health card photo retaken. Why is the line being help up for over an hour now? ask the person who has been arguing over his photo for 20 minutes. Thank you canada for free health care,…

Rain before the thunder.

Once again I find myself caught in a rainstorm and walking through the streets soaked head to toe. The rain hits the ground billows under my feet as I stomp through the puddles. Today I signed the lease for my new condo. I am trading in the entertainment district for the historic Distillery District of…

The time I was pursued by the police.

The bitter taste of espresso lingers in my mouth as it mixes with the nicotine. The two together from a taste like no other. Sitting on a rock looking out onto the vast beauty of Lake Ontario, I stare off into the distance and see the outline of the Toronto skyline. “I am so ready…

Your arrogance does not match your Chanel.

As I take my nightly walk I look up at the starless sky and think about the events of the past few days. With each step I take, the sidewalk seems to glisten as the nicotine fills my lungs. Recently I began to think about blame and how it seems to fall on me at…

The Witt Chapter.

Summer is upon us and while some may be basking in the sun, Witt is spending her days working at the Frito Lay chip factory. As I sit back and drink a cold beer, I read the post sent to me by my dear friend, and I begin to feel her pain. Witt has has…