Thursday, 31 March, 2011
post game
there's a homeless guy who begs outside of canucks games, right outside the skytrain, with a continuous ramble of positive canuck related material. people pass him by, with change gleaming from their pockets, but without eye contact, quickly towards seats worth more than cheap apartments in winter months.
Go Canucks Go.
after a positive fire inspection at 4pm, i bought hunter thompson's 'hell's angels' for 3 bucks and headed for the water. long chapters at that age, i only made it through the 1st before the sunshine got me walking again, asshole sunglasses and all. picked up some go-ceries on the way home. tomorrow, meg gets colin's scratchy-cat pasta sauce, made from scratch. the perfect pre-day meal for round 2 of the slowburners epic playoff run.
"this is the most fun i have ever had playing hockey." -Evan aka EVER(D)
as the veteran, i apply what i can. but i am certainly no Linden. way more of a Smyl, in his last year, before they waved him aside and said: Stan, sit down. we are deep in the playoffs, but im already golfing, playing easy courses like kensington and kensington. feeling easy ways about easy stuff. meanwhile, my friend steve is a dad.
Alexandra aka Ali.
likes: bob marley*
dislikes: bedtime*
*assumptions made by the an uncle she's not allowed to meet yet.
Sunday, 13 March, 2011
my friend, the dad
i was busy writing a song and texting docc when steve called me.
made me feel like my brother had just had a kid.
same first name, cleaner blood.
i told him that she would be an artist, he agreed.
i asked for her name and he said "not sure yet."
i said "that's a shitty name" and he said "i will end you."
this is the first time i feel this way.
its new and happy and poppy.
my friend s-deezer, is an s-dadzer.
that's a big title for anyone.
bigger than bass player, party-maker, or photographer.
he will thrive in this role, and the product will paint the walls.
the new and exciting lies ahead.
classes un-offered until now, become full-time.
building life, giving love, passing food around the table.
my best friend is a dad, am i an uncle?
Sunday, 6 March, 2011
stolp it
hook hook, dunk dunk.
i play golf in march and make pasta in march.
span had a birthday in march, and his 2-cushion-couch killed colin's golf back.
demons is gonna be a dad, a good dad.
patient and wandering, sturdy without cement.
quietly teaching, while loudly bleaching.
i fantasize about quiet beach communities.
polluted so slightly that it goes by without wonder.
a bunker, a bailout, a blunder.
boys, we godda get some food into steve french.
good morning, summer.
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