aero crunchy. its out.
adult zone.
american apparel is having a pantytime sale at there 11 locations.
petro canada. the local hangout. also bung holeo's stomping grounds.
cough up these balls. someone once told me it was a sign of aids. i got scared but its made up.
we just invited the dog over from across the field. he's crazy. love
on the way everyones like ya tim hortons. we gotta stop. coffee. coffee. donuts. no dude. peach juice.
after searching for parking which seemed like an hour. we make it in. the nurses were not kind. only 2 at a time. so you don't realize how serious things are until you have to put on a gown and gloves to see a friend. 
i snaked first to get in. phil was mad?. i felt bad taking pictures. but he didn't mind. imagine laying on your back staring at the shitty ceiling. for days. 
broken clavicle. bleeding in the head?. bruised kidney. internal bleeding. collapsed lung. i can't remember the rest. if you seen from where he fell flat from. scares the shit out of me. 
this machine has a tube going into his lung. i guess draining the liquid in there. in the pic above this one you can see it.
i don't know what these were for. circulation or something.
i felt bad for making jokes when i was in there. i thought i was gonna kill him.
this is a serious injury alone. nurse. im full.
until next time. get better. ill try to get the photo from where he fell and put it on. 
the waiting group outside. phil apparently cheats at all games. 
this is 2 good. k. as im doing this blog. i receive a text. i didn't know you can text from hospital beds. trevor: "yeah they poked me in my toosh toosh twice. no more virgin toosh. i cry at night". good spirit lad.
is killing it. bought tons of sickkk gear. no more hair pulls.
this chick does the same horoscopes's in the sun newspaper in winnipeg. i wonder if she's just hustling a bunch of different papers. i may look into ratting her out. like that nurse did to me for my cast. karma georgia
someone decided to crank the toaster up to 7. no love
went out the other night. get to emerald. someone tries showing me something. this gets loaded. disgusting people out there.
im fine with the cheapest beer. 
i make mean perogies. well cook. someone come cook me something?
marc is spelt with a c. not a k. this mark. cc burns. and doesn't mix in my stomach with red bull. 
finally we leave. 
jump on a bus. everyones yelling. no one on the bus but a couple onlookers smiling. gorgen was on it actually. don't drink and drive.
quick story. when i was coming home from mexico last year. we finally get back to winnipeg. they have the drug dogs sniffing everyone. the dog started sniffing me like crazy. i didn't even do anything. get searched to the extreme. i think all dogs hate me. he was probly like. "man this dudes handsome as f.". "he's going down". 
the zombie dance. its pretty serious.
phil's id got cut. he ran and hitchhiked home. we go in. smell of wine and cheap perfume.
jag and a heiny. 6 bones. reid would be all over this. 
theme. gay pride week. literally.
get this. a fight breaks out in the bar. this dude hits another dude with the end of the pool cue. it was serious. nothing happens. they finish there game and go on with there night. bartender tells me i can have the candle. bouncer snaps. grabs me by my hair/touque. throws me out. i knew i should have worn my ae polo. dang.
sleep where you can. don't drink and drive again.
8 people sleeping in the little place.crowded. a baby mattress with ripped sharp plastic.bad karma as a parent. being quite at 4am.hard. watching mark unravel 2 toilet rolls to make a pillow.priceless.
on a serious note.i receive this text at 2.53. "watson had a serious accident. he blacked out and fell off the chair i tried to save him but there was nothing i could do. they are flying him to van general hospital hes not in good condition i cant stop shaking". we wur riding whis and trevor and trevor watson wur ripping black park. apparently he was cleaning his goggles and blacked out. tpro looks over and his eyes wur rolled back. slipped under the bar and fell 25 feet flat facing down. he was flown to van. send a prayer. love
night started off. mark got a new suv. rolled to our house. picked us up. headed to the wills and watsons. tinsley's new graffics. a lil bit of everything. crayons create!
headed to moejoes. sweatshop union was starting in who knows how long. go out side trying the hole "yea. just lick the faint stamp and press it." gig. no good. anica no get in with no id. dang
mark and tinsley kill it. the apparent plan at the beginning of the night was to get drunk. this was the first installment in succeeding our goal. if that made sense.
as i was walking back in from the stamp lick attempts these dudes roll in. "wur the groupies"
pist pumping began.
anica and phil finally made it in. hotels have pens. hotels let you use there pens. use those pens to fake stamps. get into show. not quite a butteryass monday. but a cheap version.
i try buying the wuss shots. dr.peppers. the bartender then gives me 3 southern comforts and whiskey. bombed in kokanee. will literally instantly create excessive saliva effect in your mouth. 
people wur everywhere. this nightstand has a pole. mark on a bet for a stolen beer. tinsleys face describes my night. to good
phil and anica wur slowdancing gr.6 style in the distance. couldn't get the shot in time.
our taxi ride home was too good. the bird will understand this. the dude looked like that driver from united. the santa dude. and we'd sing christmas carols when he rolled in the warehouse. 
free drink. 
free drinks.
i need a sled.
bad.
anyone want to donate. me funds. to get one. plz. 
i don't have a sled. but i got 2nd place with peach in the mushroom cup. 100cc. obv.
did not lose in crazy 8s to clean this.
have to shower beside this. 
"i will trade 1 candle for a lift". this mornings text. picture joking about candles for 4 hours. and getting sick candles in trade for trampled.muddy.sticky. kicks. love
