Merry Morning

I wished for a peaceful new year for myself, but by that I meant the peace that comes from generating excitement with my music. I think the things I want for Christmas are more things I want to disappear forever than things I want added to my life. I've got a long list.
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The washroom down at Crab Park is useful for emergencies. If you can't find the toilet paper right away, don't panic. Look up, way up. Look to your right. As long as it's early enough in the morning, the rolls should still be there.
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Past the Limit

Funny how after three years of sharing my life and music online, there are still folks out there who think they can't trust me. Like the guy behind the counter at the community centre this morning. Says I can't have a basketball to use in the gym until I've been with the centre for sixty days. But my music and writing is wide open for him and his friends. People let me know when I've done good in music by heaping someone else with all my rewards. People let me know I'm a good writer by stealing every last word of my blogs. Merry Christmas, everyone! You can tell I'm happy because I live in a shelter and I have to walk around like a fucking zombie all day. Merry Christmas! Ho Ho HO
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A Titillating Tune

I'm not having any difficulty writing new songs without my guitar. I started one last night. It kind of goes like this. Verse Rhythm: ta ti-ta ti-ti-ti (times 4) Chorus Rhythm: ta TAH! ti-ti-ti, ti-ti-ti-ta ti-ti-ti, ti-ti-ti-ta ti-ti-ti, ti-ti-ti-ta ti-ti-ti Chords: G, Am, Em, and sometimes D.
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Go in Peace

The washroom in McDonald's at the Skytrain is equipped with the latest security features. A button under the counter opens its automatic doors, which are layered and open in succession. The outer doors, six inches thick and cast in tempered steel, open from the middle, like elevator doors. The next door, a much flimsier plastic one, recedes from bottom to top, much in the same way as plastic window blinds are drawn. Behind that is the original washroom door, which sports the traditional doorknob, as well as the sign saying 'Men.' Once inside, bulletproof stalls offer full security as you go about your business. The mirrors are all one-way glass, which makes me feel very safe. And to top it all off, if you try to leave without washing your hands, German Shepherds, trained to apprehend you and drag you back to the sink, are released through a concealed hatch in the floor. I heard they built it on the site of a once popular jewellery store.
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Soggy When Wet

Ha ha. Hope I'm not boring you. Here's an exciting tale. My drawing pad just had a close call in the washroom at A&W. The store's faucets are equipped with electronic eyes to dispense water whenever they detect hands - or any other object. I wasn't thinking ahead to that possibility when I dumped my tablet in there, in the mad rush to lower my fly. I heard tap water come gushing out, but it was drowned by my own gushing, and I didn't realize what had happened until I turned my gaze in that direction. By that time, a miniature Niagara Falls had done its worst against a doubled plastic grocery bag. I tried not to curse too loudly as I picked it up and wiped it dry against my shirt. Outside, under a canopy to protect me from the rain, I untied the bags and checked for damage. I'm pleased to report that it was contained to the outer edges of the first ten pages or so. Experiences like this lead me to question technology's ability to make life easier. I'm not sure it's possible. The less physical work you have, the more time you have for inescapable mental anguish. Some people appear to live their lives automatically. Machines handle all the burdens, all day long. Who am I to pass judgement? I hate burdens as much as the next guy. I just think that we were meant to struggle, and that if you remove difficulties in one area, they often seem to resurface somewhere else.
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Quacking Up

Fun day. I ended up down by the water, drawing the ducks. They like having their picture taken. Came up close while I was working. Or maybe they thought I had food. They don't hold still very well, but I managed to get a couple good sketches. To make up for the lack of detail in the ducks, I put more detail in the stones and vegetation. These pictures seem familiar. I wonder if I drew them before. Maybe I'll share them later, when I get set up again.
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