Tonight is my last night in Vernon. Tomorrow morning I head to Vancouver, and on Thursday I fly to London, England. So naturally I am sipping on a couple of brews with my parents and cats as we spin some vinyl. Below is an interpretation of what they taste like.
Back at the end of May 2013, I was driving up the hill to go and visit my grandma. As I approached her place, I made eye contact with a pretty girl who was walking a dog on the side of the road. After I drove past her, I looked back and she was looking at me! It was a sunny day, the kind of day one might find love, and I thought to myself, “I love this stuff!” I parked my car and got out, wishing that I could go and talk to her, but by now she was too far away and I was expected by my grandma. Still, it was worth a shot! I ran over to the road, but she was too far down to catch up to or call out to, so I did what any caveman would do on impulse to attract a mate; I picked up a large chunk of asphalt and threw it down the road. It did not go nearly far enough to attract her attention, but it did land near a lady working in the garden of the Jehovah’s Witnesses Kingdom Hall, who looked up and scowled at me! I took one fleeting look down the road and scurried back towards my grandma’s, never to see my “asphalt girl” again! Continue Reading