Ordering $16,000 worth of Sysco products to feed 100+ people in remote bush camps makes line cooking a 700 cover brunch look easy. Sticking to budget, providing morale, meeting nutritional needs and generally knowing that if you forget something it isn’t a 2 minute walk to the cornerstore to pick it up are all contributing… Continue reading Dispatches
The week, in a nutshell Get a Husky Rewards Card. Go to use the free WiFi at McDonalds to activate it. 500 free Husky Rewards points=10 freeeeee truck stop showers. Climb through a muddy ditch. Beat your dog off a beaver carcass. Send boob selfies to your besties & eat beans out of a can… Continue reading In a nutshell
Some things are inadequate; Trying to describe the way a passing train smells like a burnt out match Or how your girlfriend drives barefoot to feel the pedal under her crooked pinkie toe Or how the small of a stranger’s back peeks out from between his jeans and his t-shirt when he rides… Continue reading Words
We’re trying to find a bonfire on a piece of Crown Land our bush camp has set up on in the Hearst Forest. It shouldn’t be that hard- it’s pitch black other than the dim glow coming from the mess tent, which we refuse to go into (its too yellow!) and we stand on top of… Continue reading Strollin’
Remembering the places where they used to drink, he went out seeking one of those dark velvet rooms, blurry and indistinct. She’d been the conjurer who found the tucked away booths and the candle-lit piano player joints. He didn’t know where to start, how to find the alleys and unmarked doorways, the friends waiting behind… Continue reading Conjurer
They called him River, because he used to dance. He used to move like water. He sits outside the flower-shop on the concrete, and I sit with him. He’s bright and earthily magnetic. Ronnie River, who used to dance. The blanket wrapped around him is the no-color of age. “Do you still dance, River?” I… Continue reading Ronnie River
I used to manage a disaster of a cafe in the east downtown of Toronto. It was an escape for me from Burrito Boyz, a desolate hellhole of drunks and assholes and two straight years of weekend ‘overnight’ shifts that ran from 6pm-5am. I used to get off the bus at Main and Gerrard at… Continue reading Food service, hookers and bodily fluids.