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Late on Thursday night, while fiddling around on the computer, I turned on the TV set. I stumbled upon a baseball game between the Los Angeles Angels and the Oakland Athletics, and satisfied, left it on to provide a background story that I could drift in and out of. My back was turned to the…

Wednesday night was the first playoff game for my coed floor hockey team The Jesus Cobras. Once again, Rachelle and my teammates decided it would be for the best if I rested this game and took care of my allergies, so that I might come back at full force for the next game. “You’re going…

As some of you know, I’ve been corresponding with a prison inmate who goes by the name of “MotherTrucker.” With a tanking economy and my bookie—Goran– assuming a very aggressive posture concerning the money I accidentally lost to him, I have been looking for a way to make some cash. I asked MotherTrucker if he…

As most of you know, it’s presently November in Toronto. Late November. Not much light is getting into this day. It’s grim and colourless, and the wind, which is whipping angry, little flecks of the city all over the place, is literally howling. They say it feels like minus ten out, but I think it…

On my way back from a lunch meeting, my cab took me past the Greyhound bus terminal at Bay and Dundas. It’s an unlovely structure, that terminal. Squat and colourless, it resembles nothing more than a Soviet era parking garage. Everybody standing out there beneath the cement canopy, waiting to get on a bus that…

On Friday night, Rachelle and I went over to a friend’s home for dinner. There were about ten guests, and after a brilliant meal of rack of lamb, we played games. Naturally, we started off with the feats of strength. We were each required to attempt a chin-up before launching into the Knuckle-Hop competition. Knuckle-Hopping…

Yesterday, after a meeting at the bank, I sat out on the steps in front of the Manulife building. It was a beautiful, mild day and Yorkville was alive with people. At the intersection of Bay and Bloor, a woman in a car waiting for the lights to change, leaned out the window. With a…

Last night was the Jesus Cobras’ final regular season game in our coed floor hockey league. I was chomping at the bit and ready for action, as I missed our last game with a nosebleed I incurred from the excessive dry air in the bedroom, (as Rachelle is sometimes forgetful when it comes to filling…

On a whim, I decided to play in a poker tournament at the Madison Pub on Tuesday. Although I’d watched poker ( Texas Hold ‘Em) on TV about a billion times, I’d never actually played the game, and in spite of the fact that there was no money involved in the tournament, I was still…