I don’t spend nearly enough time with my Dad. Whenever we’re together it seems it's always circumstance that brings us there, dinner, a car ride somewhere…
We choose to meet each other this time for no real reason, aside from proximity maybe. We sat cross legged amidst a book fair and watched people as they lined up for jerk chicken. I think the empty nest is getting to him.
So he didn't mind waiting.
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
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About Me
- Name: El Chupacabra
- Location: Toronto, Ontario, Canada
Now on my 3rd wave as a paranormal combatant . Things went like this...I was normal, then discovered what I thought was normal was actually fucked, then I got over it. Then I moved to Ottawa and the shit followed me there. Tried therapy for a day, asked for drugs, no dice. Now I'm back in Toronto and hittin it raw. Bring it you ugly mother fuckers.
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