I was sitting in Kensington Market when I saw a beautiful topless girl. This sparked a thought that would go from Facebook photoshopped statuses to genocide to the miracle of life, and a meaning beyond purpose. Enjoy the view.
“This girl at Kevin’s party didn’t like my Western shirt,” I say to the French girl. “Neither did I. It was a stupid shirt.” It isn’t a stupid shirt, it is blue and has cactus and makes me look like a Jewish cowboy. This isn’t the time to get into this argument. This is her [...]