intoxication

Halifax. What a ridiculous place this is. If I were as gifted a writer as some people I once knew I'd try to paint a picture, but alas I'm unable. Quo is me.

Let me preface the preceding by saying, "Shit im hamzed."

Imagine the big city, or the concept of one if you can;t. All the shit, the lights, the people, everything, the laziness that descends upon you without warning at the prospect of doing anything because of the sheer mass of living in such a stupidly large place.

My entire life I've never once stopped to thing that perhaps this isn't the way things are everywhere else. I have resigned myself to this defeatist attitude: This is the way shite do, go with the flow (or something to that affect). The hilarious thing is that things are actually so different than what you perceive them to be town to town that there is actually a culture shock, even within the same nation! Imagine moving to a completely different country, which, with the blessings of the one true God 'Ra' I will, has an entirely separate set of expectations in the realm of how to govern one's self.

For example, tonight, this good looking girl, hammered, who was shrieking, "...and the dentist said this tooth is DEAD," as she pointed to the dead tooth, "Dead! Can you imagine! I was like, 'W-T-F!!' And he was like, 'Ummm, You need a root canal,'" was so joyous in the bliss of her oral conundrum, I was almost humbled.

I'm not saying Halifax til I die, suckas, yaaaaaaa

Thats not what I'm saying at all. In fact, I know that I can't afford to make any other moves for a while, unless I suddenly become rich, which frankly, WILL happen. lol?

What I'm saying, in a state of shear drunkenness is that, Folks, whom you are, those who art in Toronto, whose names are hallowed, in Halifax as they are in Toronto, (insert religious mumbo jumbo), make a move. You will love you tenfold for having done so.

Kraft dinner is ready and I must eat. In the future, or perhaps never, I will share stories of how I made $10 last 3 weeks. It's a tale of triumph I might try to adapt to screenplay. In a nutshell, it's me in a grocery store with a basket full of boxed goods sporadically grabbing fruits like bananas and strawberries and casually munching upon them as I aimlessly peruse the store only to drop the basket of boxed goods in the aisle most rarely tread and making a swift exit. Hopefully you'll read it some day.

Haig, out.