Late Nights In Ontario.

Returning back to your home town: people get so excited for it! And I think I understand. That whole nostalgic feeling, where everything around you is familiar and you have memories from your younger years.

For me however, returning back to Ontario bears an odd resentment. I feel that travelling places, and living in different cities has shaped me into the person I am. My views on life are slightly different with each country that I visit. And I think that's what allows me to grow as a person.
But when looking to others for inspiration, I don't find any of that in Ontario. All I see clearly is validation as to why I moved away - which feels pretty good in itself, I think. It's as if I'm succeeding, though I haven't actually accomplished anything.

That being said, my layover visit in Ontario has been amazing. My bestest friend lives in Hamilton, and though we live worlds apart now, spending time with her is awesome. So awesome in fact that I lost my voice 3 days in from yelling too much, and if you know me, I'm super stoked if I'm yelling.
I drank in local pubs with some good friends and caught up on life. I took a motorcycle ride to the Falls and back, I haven't seen Niagara Falls in so many years! I played with kids, and remembered why I don't have any yet. And of course, I saw some live music... and re-acquainted with friends from my Alberta days.

And with conversations about "making her wet", or having 84 orgasms in a week, or seducing a 42y yr old latino, and with reminiscing of the college years and planning Halloween parties and day trips and travel plans; I laughed my ass off and remembered why I love my friends so. Thanks Ontario, I'll see you in a month!

Smoke some Weed and Do some Yoga. Tofino, BC

I started going insane. I really did, not even as a joke. I was living in Vancouver, but not really living. I was working 2-5 jobs killing myself, was super stressed out, and was only enjoying myself when with some friends, at the beach, or at a rock show. But those times were few and far between.

I said "fuk it" got myself a doctors note, strapped a backpack onto my motorcycle, and headed to the surfing capital of Canada. My plan? I dunno, smoking some weed and do some yoga or something, what else do people do in Tofino. SURF. That's the real answer. And drink. I only did one of the two. Guess!

...To Be Continued...

Less Than 250km and All These Adventures

Sigh, so I suppose when you have your beloved rusting to shit all winter, you should expect to give'r some TLC come the springtime. And considering I know nothing about bikes, this involves me relying on favours from people (by the way, I still owe em a couple back). The adventures thus far. We had to get by bike boosted to take it to my friend Lyles place (just a couple blocks - but on shady roads full of gravel, with it having sat outside for too many months, and with my helmet being so scratched I couldn't see out of it). Lyle took some time, bought her some stuff, and had her oil changed, new spark plugs and all shined up! Wicked - ROADTRIP! I rode'r to Canmore, did me a hike, and came back home. She died at the gas station :( Sat there for 2 days :( So... her batteries a little dead.... Ordering a new battery... blah blah blah... Waiting for it to come it, blah blah blah, replacing it, yadda yadda, then - standing outside of my house with my helmet and some booster cables seeing what kinda nice soul wanted to let me go for a lift! But my baby's got juice, and so I rode out to Bragg Creek. Nice ride, little bit'a'rain... Came back home - no license plate. Sigh, of course it would be the long weekend and I'm not brave enough to ride without a plate. I waited a few days and got me a new one - came home to put'er on - bikes been towed. This long and boring story goes on for a while. Guess love take a lot of work - we shall see the tough times through.

A Cold & Lonely Winter Without You.

Hello Beautiful! The last time we spent any time together, I came back from a hot vacation. I put on every piece of clothing I had, 2 pairs of gloves and my dufus-looking helmet, and decided to take you home. I was going to put you into hibernation throughout Alberta's stupid never-ending winter, with happy thoughts of more adventures ahead. But we never made it home. That black ice on top of that hill before those street lights threw us both us, but with scrapes and bruises only. You understand why I just couldn't look at you all winter. I shunned you to the cold and didn't think twice about the rust to your body or what it would do you your insides. But I tell you, every time I saw a pile of snow atop you, it broke my heart. But winter snow's turned into spring-time rain, and we are back together. My partner in crime. You and I. I've missed you, beautiful!