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Mistaken identity

In my hometown when I was goring up, there was a child actor that was on some prominent commercials who has a name that is almost identical to mine. One time I even got sent to the wrong summer camp because our names were on different lists. I secretly resented being mistaken for him because no-one wants to be thought of as the "more beans please" kid.

It's me, but it's not.

No matter how many times I've been killed, I've never died. At the moment of my death I've become conscious to an alternate reality in which I've survived. If our memories don't correlate, it's only because I'm just another me out of place from where I once belonged.

I love my country life

Waking up to a pink sky in the morning with the sunrise at 5 AM, breathing all the fresh country air, beautiful trees lots of green space and lush farmland. I’m enjoying it better than city life and I feel more spacious out here in the country. Sure the city has some beautiful landmarks and there are great places to see but I’d feel like a mouse trapped in a shiny high-rise condo. Well to each their own, different strokes for different folks.


I’m imploding. People around me see it. I’m losing my cool. Too much shit has happened over 2yrs and the most intense has happened recently. I need time away from work and this city. I need me time. There’s so much that I have to work on and I’m too busy with everything else that I can’t work on me. I’m coming apart.....if I can’t leave this city or take time off work then I will settle for a gooooood mushroom trip a couple times this summer. That should help me some

Waste Not

I admit that I'm one of those folks that licks their bowl or plate clean like a cat after eating - just not when I'm out in public.


goes my elaborate fantasy. Revisiting town I thought for sure I would run into my particular person, share a passionate kiss and ride away together into the sunset. Turns out Vancouver is a bigger town than I remember.

Holy crap, last hangover almost killed me.

No kidding, 4 days of vomiting, no eating, chugging water, horrible shame and depression. Took my leftover bottles to the street guys on the corner. Enjoy guys cuz I am done with booze.

If I told you

that I am a man, and that sometimes I lie on my bed and listen to Bach, and I weep! I weep at the beauty! Would you laugh at me?


I put on sticky whitish sunblock everyday because it looks better than looking like an old creased leather shoe.

Bare Fact

I don't have the time or motivation to go to Wreck this year.


Riding by

You saw a woman walking along Pender toward Commercial on Saturday night. She was walking very...

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