Ringing My Bell ©

It’s 7:30 am and I am up sitting at my computer sipping a double, double brandy after just finishing sucking a bowl full out of Inia’s ass, so I got a nice buzz going and with luck it will knock me out.

5:30 am I was snug in my bed strangling a pillow when the doorbell rang.
5 fucken 30 am.
Someone was going to die.

I mean it’s been years since anyone was dumb enough to wake me up this early in the morning unless it was a drunk female friend looking for a back rub…

I stump downstairs and open the door and low and behold a woman.
A 90 year old woman smiling back at me.
I said it had been a while but ummm this isn’t what I was thinking about when I thought it.
My father came out to seems she rang his doorbell first.
Yeah, lets make it a family affair.
All we need is Mr. French or is that getting French.

Actually we knew who she was, it’s the neighbors mother who we have known for 40 years now so we gently walked her back to her house and rang the door bell.
The door opened and let me tell you, there is only one thing that can knock the cobwebs from your brain faster than a pair of Double Ds loose behind a flimsy t-shirt and that’s the Double Js if not bigger that stepped up next to the other one wondering who was at the door.

They both stood there staring at us on their porch with their mother between the both of us.
I was looking at their tits, I don’t know what the fuck my father was looking at and I don’t care.

We told they their mother came over and woke us up and they were shocked to hear of what happened.
It seems the old lady sleep walks and this time she left the house and locked the door behind her.
They said they would have to keep a better eye on their mother from now on.

We all said goodnight and I came home to try and get back to sleep but I just couldn’t pass out so I came back downstairs for a drink when I heard something in the back of the house so me being the brave stupid type I go to investigate.
I unlock the door and fling it open and standing there in front of me were two guys each holding a big fucken axe.
I was glad to see they were fireman but ummmmmm where’s the fucken fire?
They said they didn’t know.

Oh great, I got Jason and Michael Myers standing in front of me and they don’t know why.
Maybe I should grab some scissors and run down the street grooming everyone ones hedges.
.
So we all walk out of the yard and go next door only to find the baker open and baking loafs.
I took a nose full of fresh bread and came back home and now sit here trying to knock myself out before the next thing happens.

Hmmm, I think I’ll take Inia to bed with me instead and knock myself out silly



Inia

Have a nice weekend

Walker

One Wedding and a Funeral ©

One weekend, one wedding and a funeral, at least you can wear the same clothes to both.

I walked into the room and both my daughters froze where they stood.
Neither has ever seen me in anything other than jeans and a t-shirt.

D2 whispers to D1 and they both look at me again then burst out laughing.
“You look like a mobster”.

Great, in a suit I look like a mobster and in jeans I look like a biker.
No wonder they didn’t let me in the states.
I was wearing jeans with a dress shirt; they probably thought I was Scandinavian.

How do you get away from what you look like or what you like to look like?
I like jeans, t-shirts when I go to the pub.
People look at me and move.
I look in the mirror and my hair is relatively short black with a shadow of gray.
I don’t think I look mean or threatening in any way at least not to me yet people move out of my way.
It might be my size; at 250 pounds I am not small, at least not according to those white resin garden chairs, fuckers.

I was sitting at the park one day watching the drunks beg for change so they could run across the street for another bottle.
I cruiser pulled up and stopped not far from where I was blocking my view.
A cop got out and walked around the car and straight to me.

I was watching this old woman with bags of cans and bottles making her way to the beer store while a couple of beggars circled her waiting for a can or bottle to fall out so they could claim it for their own.

The cop walked right up to me, said hello and asked what I was doing there.

Ten years earlier my hair was down do my ass and when it wasn’t braided into a tight pony tail it was fanned out like a thick curly mane.
Jeans, t-shirt black leather vest; leather jacket and steel toe biker boots was the attire.
On a good night I looked like Satan had eaten to many burritos and crapped me out after.
The cops hated me.

Ten years before that, I was pissing sweat out the bottom pf my polyester ass tight pants and loose satin shirt tearing up the dance floor at the best club in the city at the time.
My hair was really short and combed back.
The cops hated me.

I was walking down the street about midnight on my way to the pub to hang out with the boys when I saw two cops had this guy on the ground.
The guy was barely moving and the cop kicked him in the head again.
Then his partner kicked him in the ribs.
I don’t know what compelled me to say something, say anything.
It’s not like I knew that guy on the ground but I said “Don’t you think that’s enough”?
The cop told me to walk away or I would be charged with obstructing the law but I couldn’t and within fifteen minutes what was probably small turned into brawl with 100 cops and people in the street.

I walked out the back door of the disco and headed up the private staircase when I nearly stepped on her as I opened the door.
She was lying in a heap crying with blood all over the place.
We crowded around her and asked if she was ok.
She was drunk and blubbering something about some guy.
Seems he dumped her for some of the chick so she slashed her wrists in the back.

By the time we got there she decided she didn’t want to die any more.
I looked at her wrist and it wasn’t as bad as it was ugly from being half assed hacked with a broken beer bottle.
I wrapped her wrist and told her we will drop her off at the hospital.
As we were walking to the car a cruiser pulled around and shined his light on us.
If they found out what she done she would have been in a lot of trouble.
Turned out she was a nanny who had moved over from England to work here.
She got into my car and the rest of the boys pulled out behind me and slowed the cop down while I took off.

I squinted my eyes looking through the gap between the cops arm and his body staring at the old lady walking out of the beer store then some guy grabbed her bag with her beer and ran off with it.
I looked up at the cop and told him I was sitting on the bench.
The cops hate me.

Maybe I am a troublemaker.
Maybe I don’t like authority
Or maybe I don’t like people who abuse it
Yeah, maybe my mother is right I just love trouble and always will I guess.

As I walked down the hallway my five-year-old niece stopped in front of me and said, ”Uncle Walker, you look like the President”.
Great, like I don’t have enough troubles and I still had a funeral and a wedding to deal with still.

What do you guys think?



Ok he’s better looking but I got a shinier head HA, HA, HA!!!!

Have a nice day

Walker

Land Of The Free? ©

This evening I sit here morning the death of a dream.
It’s a dream that we all hold, a dream we grow to cherish.
This week I saw with my own eyes it’s life slowly withering from its once proud beginnings to what it is becoming.

As a kid I used to sit back and watch American TV with all its different shows and movies.
I have watched thousands of hours of documentaries about its humble beginnings to its rise as a super power on the planet all in the name of freedom.

From the time the pilgrims first immigrated to North America to the millions of others who followed over the centuries to this day it was for one thing and that was to be free, to live free, feel free inside.
I have read, watched and listened about the battles fought and waged over time to achieve this freedom.
The blood spilt for a breath of free air and in some ways I was proud to see someone fighting for a right cause and not for some one individual selfish wants but for everyone.
But what is the price of freedom?

As I sit back and remember all the westerns I watched or read over the years and how life was free to live if you took the chance.
I watched the struggle to carve out a life where there was none before and the battle to hold onto it after.
I wonder what went wrong.

It started with the Indian, the Indian who lived off the land and rode free until the white man armed with his progress looking to have their own freedom at their expense beat them to their knees until they became but a relic to be displayed on reservations, zoos, as the vanquished link to the past.

I look at how things have slowly evolved over the years since then and travel back in time to understand where freedom began to erode from the concept of the land of the free, the land of milk and honey.
When did free become owned?
Was that the weapon that pushed the Indian to near extinction?
They never had a concept of owning land, just living off of it.

I have watched in recent years as rules and regulations have slowly choked what it means to be free to not only immigrants to the United States but also slowly being introduced to its own people.
With every new rule being imposed, another lock gets bolted to the front door not only locking people out but also people in.
I wonder, have the American people now become the Indian and are being pushed into extinction by the corporate machine and fear.

With the events over the last few years I can understand how certain measures need to be set in place to protect the citizens of the land as well as any visitors that might be able to enter the United States.
But, how much is enough and how much is too much?

This week I had the pleasure of learning a few things about the outside world and specifically our neighbor to the south.
I learned that they are slowly becoming what they hate without even knowing it.
They are slowly selling off what the foundation of the United States was built on and that’s a place where someone can go to too be free, a haven from oppression.

During the civil war immigrants stepped off of the ships and marched off to fight and die on fields they had never heard of before all in the name of freedom.

I sit back and think of Pearl Harbor and what that brought about but even after that and at the cost of millions of American lives the United States stayed loyal to it’s foundation in being the land of and for the free, holding it’s doors open.

It was the poster child for freedom, born out of rebellion, from oppression to emerge stronger and more determined to keep that right to be free but over the years paranoia has set in at the price of freedom.

I remember how hard it was to get into the USSR and how the western world pointed at the communists with a scathing tongue until one day the wall came tumbling down into a heap.
We all cheered as the people pushed it to the ground, some carting off a piece for a souvenir of what it was like to be scared to think or speak your mind.
We cheered and Yeltsin locked himself in a building in defiance until communism was no more in a country that faded into memory now but its people have choices they never had before.

As I look at what is happening to my neighbor to the south I wonder if they just didn’t move the Berlin wall down there instead of burying it in some deep ditch.
A handful of people have turned a free world into prison and with every bar put up on the cage, a little more sun light is kept out until one day there will be nothing left but darkness to look at.

The other day I took a chance, a chance I knew the ending of before I headed off but I have never been one to sit for to long before going out then poking at something with a stick and yes, sometimes you get bit.
I had my cheering squad and get away driver Inia with me armed with a new purple bra and ready for action.

We drove to the border and stopped at a booth where a man asked for our passports, which we freely handed over.
Inia was pushing as much cleavage out of the window as she could.
We were told that we were “randomly” being pulled over and to park on the side and go into the office to be greeted by those waiting for us there.
We took a seat on one of the park benches they must have stole from the Canadian side seeing as they looked vaguely familiar to the ones on the Canadian side.

We sat there for about ten minutes before my name was called out and we went to the counter where I first met Ms Bitch from god knows what hole she crawled out of that morning.
She wore a scowl on her face that must have been there for so long that she was slowly starting to resemble a pug.

Like I said, before I even headed off to the border I knew I wasn’t going to get through but I wanted to make sure first hand and maybe find out what I needed to do to rectify that.
On the other hand, if I did then, cool.

From the moment I spoke to that border guard she gave me attitude and was trying to provoke me.
Inia said it was probably because she could still smell her pussy off my lips.
What can I say; if your going to cross a border into a foreign country you might as well do it right, just make sure the car has airbags.

She asked me if I had a criminal record and I said yes and I told her what was on it and she raised her eye brow and she circled one and said you are not getting in because of this.
I smiled back and said, “Cool”.
She gave me a dirty look then said to me, “Tell her to go sit down”.

WTF, what does she mean by that?
Inia was standing right in front of her.
Just tell her to her face.
I knew Inia wanted to pop her in the head right there but she just turned and sat down.
For the record Inia carries and American passport.

She brought out some forms and said I was to be finger printed and have a picture taken of me for their records and then sent back.
I smiled back and said, “Cool”.
It seemed to piss her off more.

The she says they are going to search the vehicle and wanted to know if there were any weapons or explosives in the car.
I wonder, does anyone actually say yes to that question?
I said no.
Then she asked me if there was anything in the vehicle than might harm her.
I looked down at her fat ass and said, “Yeah, there is a bag of jellybeans in my backpack”.

Then she ordered me to go sit down next to Inia until I was called.

As we sat there this mountain of a man called my name and he took me to the back to finger print me and take my picture.
It was night and day compared to the witch from hell.
In fact he took time to show me how to arrange to get into the country and where to go.
He asked me how long it had been since I was busted and I told him over 20 years maybe 24.

He then gave me some forms to fill in and to mail to homeland security with a fat check and maybe I will be allowed to visit but for now it wasn’t going to happen.

See, now how hard was that?
Nice and pleasant instead of I have cactus up my ass and want to bite your head off like Ms Bitch.

Four hours after we left my place for the border we were back home rolling between the sheets chewing on jellybeans and anything else we could chew on.

As for what needs to get done for me to visit the states, the wheels have already started turning and it’s all in motion, I don’t give up that easy.
We shall see how that goes down the road.

It’s really to bad that events have led us all to live in a world of fear instead of a world of freedom.
The milk is going sour and the honey bittersweet.
Maybe one day the apple pie won’t be as tart as it is now.

On her way back to the States a few days later, Inia’s car was torn apart at the border crossing by the same guards.
My brother’s comment was, “You can kill someone in the States and come for a holiday in Canada but smoke a joint in Canada and you might get shot trying to cross over to the States”.

Peace and Live Free, even in America.

These are just my opinions

Have a nice weekend

Walker

On The Border ©

I’m getting to old for this vacation shit.
I mean it’s bad enough you got to pack but then you got to run roadblocks while being chased by heavily armed border guards.
Being threatened by a short stumpy blond with a horse size dildo strapped to her leg and a gun on the other side to keep her saggy boobs balanced.
I think she hated me because I didn’t offer her a jellybean.

If that’s not enough, later I get this 20 year old black woman come up to me all smiles with her sperm stained teeth and her perky little tits popping out of the sides, rubs my belly then tells me she could blow my mind for a twenty.
I told her I just finished getting laid 36 times in six days for a hand full of jellybeans from Sugar Mountain, ok they did cost me $33 but oh so worth it.
It would have been more because I still had half a bag of jellybeans left but the border cops got me first, bastards.
There is a bigger story here that I will get into later.

So, this means I had to cut my vacation short and I am back home with all that goes with it.
As soon as I kissed Inia goodbye and set her on her way I turned around and surveyed the line of people waiting.

I have a lot to say about my little vacation and I have a few pictures I could share but right now I am helping a friend with the death of his father and I have a wedding to go to this Saturday.
Add to that my BBQ that I have to plan for the fifteenth of August.
Life doesn’t slow down for the wicked I guess and trust me, I can be wicked.

I hope life has been smiling down on all of you while I have been off getting myself fucked silly.

Have a nice day

Walker

Bye Bye Bye Until I Get Back To Say Hi ©

It's been four days and so far I have learned that I am NOT as young as I once was at least not according to my aching back.

Friday night we headed out, Inia and I and the first thing that happened was we went to the Information booth where the lady there had Inia beat on me with the event brochure which turned out to be a ritual for the next three days.

We headed off to see Carlos Varela on the Bank of America stage then to the Brock Zeman performance on the Subway stage after.
I knew right from there it was going to be a wild one.

The place was filled with people my age most of which like me are veterans of the Bluesfest here.
We finished of the night listening to Jackson Browne.

The next day D2 wanted to come along so we hit the concert circuit once more with D2 swearing she wasn’t going to hang out with us crazy people again.
First we watched two hours of Loreena McKennitt on the Rogers stage and then finished off the night with the Brian Setzer Orchestra on the Bank of America stage.

After a jug of margarita’s to wash any inhibitions away Inia and D2 were up and swirling around with the other hippy’s young and old to the sounds of the Stray Cats strutting their stuff for two solid hours.

Sunday we hit the Subway stage for a fantastic performance by Los Lonely Boys and to cap off my weekend it was back to the bank of America Stage for Joe Cocker.
Sadly I had to cut the festival short but with good cause as I am off on my second leg of my holiday as I am getting of a jet plane, train or anything that will get me out of town, province and country.
Where am I going and where will I resurface, stay tuned and we will both find out together.
It may be in your back yard.

Have a nice week and I will BRB armed with pictures and stories to tell.

I will leave you with The Los Lonely Boys and “Heaven”

Walker

16 Chicks In The Fucken Tree ©

Tits to the right of me
Tits to the left of me
Tits in the front and I hope no one is fucking me from behind

What can I say, the party is rockin and it's only day 3 into my vacation and all I'm doing is knocking on what's in front of me.

I will leave you with one of the last sights I saw and listening to one of the last songs playing.

Have a nice weekend

Walker

Weird Shit ©

Sigh
It’s hard enough finding time to write posts but loosing one really sucks the fat salami.
I don’t even want to talk about it.
Everything has been in high gear here as I am trying to get things done before tomorrow when I officially start my fuck you tour.
I get to tour around and if everyone else doesn’t like it well then fuck you.

The Bluesfest starts tomorrow and I hit the first set of concerts on Friday and through the weekend.
Then I am falling off the map for five days and am not resurfacing until Friday.
Saturday I have a wedding to go too.
When does it all end?

My customers and family have not been making it any easier.
I had one customer call me up the other day to tell me he was having problems with his computer.
Seems every time he was trying to log onto the Internet his house alarm went off.
He figured out the computer was triggering the alarm when the cops kicked in his door because he wasn’t answering the phone.

He called to tell me I did something to his computer that sets the house alarm of.
I can’t see how that’s possible since the two don’t have any contact.
\I asked him to log onto the Internet and tell me what happens and to call me back.
He still has dial up so I have to wait for his call.

I wait for about fifteen minutes and nothing so IO called him and the phone was busy so I hung up.
About an hour later he calls to tell me the43 police just left again and his wife was pissed.

Seeing as I was the last one and only one who repairs his computers I went to check see what the fuck he is talking about.
I get to his place and look at his unit.
It all looked ok at a glance and I went into the system files and looked there and everything was working fine.
I queried the modem and it was working perfectly.
WTF is he talking about?

I click on then Internet to connect and I am watching the modem but its not initiating so I quickly stop the process before the cops show up at the door again.
I turn the computer around to see if the phone line was plugged into the modem and I see it wasn’t but I could see the fucken phone jack jammed into the Ethernet card.
That’s why it was messing with the alarm.
It was shoring out their system because he had is plugged into the wrong port causing the alarm to trigger and the cops to show up.

How fucken weird is that?
With that out of the way I headed home thinking all the weird shit is done with for the day.
Wrong.
My mother called to ask me to come over.

My mother problem was different.
I get there and she tells me there is something wrong with the washroom I just fixed.
These people spend way too much time in the washroom.
I asked what the problem is and she says when she goes to the bathroom the toilet flushes when she lowers herself to the toilet and it flushes when she goes to stand up after.

Huh?

How come I don’t have a toilet like that?
I go downstairs to see what the fuck she is talking about.
I walk to the washroom and I don’t hear water running.
She tells me to sit on the toilet.
I walk up to the toilet.
Do a little up and down movement test the floor then flick the handle.
Nothing

I walk to the front of the toilet and to sit on it and as I am lowering myself the toilet flushes.
WTF!!!!!!!

I go to stand up and my mother tells me to sit there until it finishes filling.
I wait………..
By the time it filled I had to pee.
When it did finish I went to get up and it flushed again.

This was weird.
I took the lid off the back and stood there looking in at the new valve I installed and it looked and worked fine.
It’s one of the new ones that you can adjust how much water to fill the tank.
Before my father had a brick in the tank to take up some of the volume.
NO, it stopped when it was supposed to so I put the lid back on then step back.
The toilet flushed.

WTF!!!
It’s got a mind of its own.
But then again……...most people have their brains in their ass lately so why not a toilet that thinks.
It would be like a meeting of the minds.

Remember the Ford Pinto story /myth?
I think it was the Ford Pinto.
There was a flaw in the car where that if you were making a left turn and the wheel was cranked to one side with the signal light flashing, if someone hit you in the back hard enough the bumper pins would penetrate the gas tank while driving it into the body of the car severing the wire for the left turn signal thus causing a spark to ignite the escaping gas fumes creating a big mushroom cloud in rush hour traffic.
The toilet has basically the same problem but smells different.

My father had the chain for the tank plug leading to the handle taunt but it was sitting on a small piece of left over BRICK.
So it wasn’t actually sitting down and the floor on the right side of the toiled is weak and when you step there the toilet shifts and the air in the plug makes up go up and flush the toilet.
Solution, make the chain longer and take away any building blocks from your father.

It’s been crazy.
I haven’t stopped.
Buddy showed up the other day with a pile of cash and wanted me to go shopping with him so he would buy what he needed for a new place.
Seems I know what I am doing.
What he meant was he hates shopping, bitching the whole time, stomping around like a two year old.
While he did his rain dance I managed to spend and chunk of his money which also meant I had to carry a 42 inch TV, 46 gallon aquarium with stand, a bed, another TV up two flights of outside stairs in the pouring rain.

Then I had to set up the tank and the TV because he was still swearing about having to wait five minutes for an Allen key from the salesperson at the store two hours earlier.
Then when that was all done he wanted me to go out with him to pick up some pussy so he could get laid.
Ummm, no.

He says I have the gift of the gab and wants me to do all the talking so he can get laid.
I see……….ok
So I tell him to drive me home first.
We get to my place and I told him to wait and we did until this chick walked by and I pointed her out to him and ask him what he thought about her.
He lit up and asked how I was going to pull that off and I told him it was a piece of cake then told him what to say to her and I left the car.
In the morning the phone was ring, it was Buddy he said he was stopping by after he dropped the chick off near my place then to go get some fish for his tank.

At the store I tried to tell him he could fill the tank because it was still new and needed to sit a bit but he was to impatient.
So I choose some cheap little fish to shut him up.
This way he thinks he has 15 fish instead of a bunch of small fry.
I didn’t want him to spend a lot of money and have them die because he put fish in a tank that wasn’t ready.
I did condition the water and set it up right but a tank should sit for at least a week empty.
As we were walking out something caught my eye and I went over and there was this white lobster in a tank and right next to it was a crayfish.
Buddy saw the crayfish and he just had to have it so in a bag it went.
$400 bucks later we're flying home to get them in the tank.

About two hours later his fish are in the tank and I am on my way home because I am being picked up by someone who blew his computer and I found another one for him for next to nothing compared to fixing the one he had.
They wanted $300 to fix it and I found him a P4 gaming computer with two CPUs and four gigs of ram for $200.
We just had to go get it.

He picked me up at 7:30pm and hopped on the highway and peeled down the road for about twenty miles them got off and as we were approaching the lights they turned red.
I figured my customer could see its red but we were getting closer and the car wasn’t slowing down.
I told him the light was red and he said” UH huh” but he still wasn’t slowing down but he was looking left and right.
WTF?

“Are you going to slow down”?
“I have no brakes, they are being done tomorrow”.
“WHAT”?!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!...................

Now I am sitting here watching a snow white lobster mowing down all my aquarium plants waiting for D2 to come downstairs so I could take her to the dentist and for Inia to show up so I could start my holiday.

I'll be gone until the 20th and I don’t know if I will get the chance to put up a post before then but if I don’t, I hope all of you have a great coulpe of weeks and I will do my best to bring you back some pictures.

Hold on, the phone……….
What?
You went to the washroom this morning and the crayfish was there in front of the toilet pissing on the floor.
You drunk?
Yeah, yeah like I am going to believe that.

Seems buddy’s crayfish knows how to get out of the tank.

Have a nice day

Walker

Independence Day ©

You know, Canada and the United States fucked up.
I mean Canada Day is on July 1st and Independence Day is on July 4th.
I think if we put them together on say ummmmm July 2nd we could have one HUGE celebration.
You know, we could have a battle of the fireworks.
Canadians line up on one side of Niagara Falls and the Americans on the other side then shoot fireworks over each other.
Works for me.

I want to wish our neighbors to the south and a little piece northwest of us with a bridge to nowhere a Happy Independence Day.

Walker

July First ©

July first.
You know what that mean?

PARTY TIME!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I’m off to Archie’s for the Canada Day and it’s also his birthday so who knows how crazy it’s doing to get.

I spent the whole day yesterday shopping and cooking for today so I could bring up the food for the drunks to pig out on.
Who knows maybe another food fight will erupt unlike the one I got into the other day.

I was standing outside a government building where I had gone in to get some information about receiving a pardon.
It’s not the first time I applied.
The last time I did the refused me and upon appeal I received and still have and cherish a letter sent to me by the board stating, “WE, do not believe that you have and ever will reform”.

They got that fucken right and I NEVER will.
I will fight the system until my dieing breath but it doesn’t mean I’m a danger to society.
I don’t agree with the marijuana laws in this country but that’s my prerogative.
I choose to rebel against that law.
As for my blatant disregard for authority and the law, I have the utmost respect for the law and those who uphold it.
It’s a dangerous job but when you bop me in the head for no reason or harass me because you wear a uniform doesn’t mean I won’t smack you back as history has proven.

Ok so I have been charged a dozen times for assaulting police officers the judges said they had it coming to them and let me go.
So what’s the problem?
I’m a proud Canadian.

I’m in the alley sitting on the hood of a cruiser parked there smoking a joint, thinking, I’ve stayed out of trouble for over 20 years so what’s the problem?
Finishing my reefer I walk out to the front and think of what I needed to do next.
As I’m standing there among the other government employees standing around smoking on break, this guy in his 20s of Middle Eastern decent slammed his way out of the building swearing at the top of his lungs.

He was pissed and spewing off stuff like, “Fuck Canada, FUCK Canadians, FUCK EVERYBODY”!
As you could see he has picked up the Canadian lingo, Eh.

People moved away from him as his arms danced around.
His rant continued for about three minutes swearing at this country and how pathetic it was.
I’m standing there with my back to him but I could see his reflection from the parked car in front of me and was thinking, “If it so bad here, what the fuck are you doing here”?
“Go back to that war zone you came from and live in your hell.”
“Don’t come here and try and make our paradise a hell because you actually have right’s in this country”.
That’s what chaffs my ass the most.
People who come from places where they were suppressed all their life taste freedom for the first time and all of a sudden we owe them something because of how they were treated before.
Go tell them not me because I don’t give a fuck.
You’re here, be happy and shut the fuck up while I’m trying to think.

I had to go to the pharmacy to pick up a card for the wedding and to pick up some cat food for Frick.
D2 wanted to go shopping for a bathing suit.
I turned and hit him in the side of the face then shifted and the second shot hit him in the side of the head dropping him where he stood.
Fucken noise pollution is hard on the brain.

Ice cream, I feel like ice cream first.
The soft kind dipped in chocolate then maybe the pharmacy.
The pardon, I’ll take it if they give it to me.
I don’t need it; I’m a Proud Canadian either way.
Even if we all don’t agree on the same thing at least we have the choice to disagree or leave.

Happy Canada Day to all my fellow Canadians.

Cheers

Walker