Wednesday, February 25, 2009

Reminiscing

You'll have to excuse me. I was just caught up thinking about a daring trip I took in July 2008. You may here me talk about it, although most people probably don't know I ever attempted it. I still think back about it and smile. Last July, my best friend, my little Neon and I tried to make it out to the east coast. We left here at 1:30am. We were destined for P.E.I., decided along the way after stopping in Cornwall after sunrise. My car is far from reliable, and my friend at the time had a broken leg. I didn't get any maintenance done to the car before we left. I just had a raging sense of adventure and not much else happening. We had about 3 days to make the 40 hour trip there and back. No one knew we were gone. And while my little beater was rolling to a stop somewhere along the Autoroute Jean-Lesage Highway 20 out past Quebec City exactly 12 hours after leaving Niagara, I was still managing to smile because I was far away from here. After deciding the only thing to do was to turn back towards home, I knew that repairs were necessary. Three repair shops later and $900 spent on a new fuel pump, we were heading back home.

I just remember little things from the trip that hang on to the corners of my mind and make my mouth water with longing to do it all over again. Bypassing the entire GTA in an hour and a half thanks to leaving in the dead of night, the hills and valleys of the north shore of Lake Ontario, the witnessing of ecosystems changing, signs warning of moose on the highway in Quebec, quiet and gradual sunrise through early morning fog, seeing destruction of forests near Kingston from acid rain, having some of the best conversation and mental breakthrough of my life, the feeling of driving on roads I've never been on, the list goes on and on. Don't ask what I was thinking, because you probably don't want to know. And don't try to convince me that it was a bad idea, because although I agree in some respects, I had my reasons for going.



Kingston sunrise on an uphill climb. One of the only photos taken on the entire trip. Taken with my cell phone. Camera battery died. July '08.

Kensington Market



























Home away from home.

Update!

An update regarding my previous post.

Apparently, that guy going the wrong way on the QEW I witnessed the other day was caught by police down PAST Mountain Road, therefore he probably drove a good 10 minutes before hitting a police cruiser. Hitting. Yep. He was going to be charged with dangerous driving and driving under the influence, because apparently he was doped up on prescription medication for a medical condition, but because of it being a medical condition, no charges are going to be laid. His license is under review.

NOW, supposedly this happened AGAIN that same day on the 406 closer to Welland! Some guy was going the wrong way on the highway, and again it was due to medication for a condition! What is the chance of that happening twice in one day?!

What the fuck?
The apocalypse is near.

Tuesday, February 24, 2009

Did I imagine this?

Ok so, I forgot about this until right now. My mom came and picked me up from my house in St. Kitts yesterday afternoon to head back to the falls. We're driving down the QEW, just passing the part where the 420 splits off. I look up, and there is a fucking Jeep driving the wrong way in traffic! What the fuck?! There's a dude driving towards us! Mind you, the highway is busy, and this guy is driving on the shoulder. It's not like he was going slow either. Deathwish maybe? Or just fucking retarded?

I just looked at my mom and said "...did that just happen?"

Maybe I don't want to put my car back on the road after all...

Best malfunction ever.




The shutter got stuck open...

Thursday, February 19, 2009

I lay here...



Wrapped in my cocoon
confined tightly in my acrylic acid envelope
while the February air with the last touch of death,
sneaks quietly through the window:





I surrender to sounds that
provoke images behind my eyes
in my cocoon I reject those naysayers
and clutch onto breath from now on in -
what's fated to come I will undoubtedly learn from:












your voice swells in my head
and forces those little droplets to grieve
and then reprieve:













with a paper and pen in my unfamiliar grasp
these words so carefully planned out
somehow seem to disappear
all those words I should know by now
somehow come to escape me:




may I borrow a line or two
beauty, my heart speaks to you -
and yours to mine throughout this crucial time:
"I know where I'm going
and it ain't where I've been."




once there was a somber silence
luster-lack and lethargic age of being
but here is just a fleeting moment
and my voice isn't the greatest
but I'm tired of sitting quiet.




Tuesday, February 17, 2009

February 17, 1988

HAPPY BIRTHDAY STEPH!

You are 21 now. Enjoy getting fucked in Detroit! Hopefully I will see you soon... love you.


Thursday, February 12, 2009

Today.


I just lost my job today. I went from working 3 jobs in December to none in February. I notice that I'm not too worried about being laid off in "recession times." I'm more concerned with communication with others and self-expression which are inexpensive to maintain, and both are priceless gestures to the outside world. I'm more concerned with comfort on an emotional level than a physical level. These chain of events couldn't have been timed any better. My dad always said that a recession is a correction. It's about time we enjoy the simple things.