blogging is whispering your thoughts to a laptop, immediately regretting it, and then asking the laptop if it thinks you’re brave.
the knife in the door
This is a true story. The following events took place in Bramalea, Ontario, September 1985. At the request of few, some names have been changed. Out of respect for my creative soul, the rest has been told exactly as it occurred.
A Jamaican. A FireStarter. And The Rise of the Shoe Monster.
It is important we get something sorted right. My mother loved ALL of my friends. Never one more than the other. Never the same at once. And never did she not speak her mind to them. Through actions, words, or asinine behaviour… you knew how she felt and where you stood. Your status could change by the minute but in the end of days, she loved you and always apologized for any miscommunication on the matter. Or didn’t. C'est la Vie.