Wednesday January 18, 2017
from a Google search
He was selling used cars on his uncle’s lot
working the graveyard shift at Tim Horton’s
crossing his fingers
dotting his eyes
dressing up as a Smurf for a promotions company
working as a phone sex operator on his sister’s landline while she was at work
selling cannabis products at the dispensary near his house
raking leaves at the cemetery
hosting murder mystery dinners
taking photos of his feet and selling them on Craigslist
teaching creative writing to the elderly
selling lemonade on the side of the road for 25 cents a cup
Wednesday May 7, 2014
From the WorldStage program of Mies Julie
I catch your eye and there are all the unspoken things we wish we could capture with a camera, we try to, we try our best, but most of the time we fail.
You walk towards me and you hold my gaze and I look away because I know who you are and that scares me.
“You worked on the last Sullivan feature, right?” You ask.
Suddenly, things that were clear are blurry.
Suddenly, I’m naked and you’re naked and we’re laughing and kissing and moving like animals.
“Yes,” I sip my beer.
“Yes…” You smile.
You’re older than I’d thought.
You’re shorter than I’d realized.
You touch my forearm and I get goosebumps on my thighs.
“I’m staying at the Hilton,” you say, and I forget that I have to be on set at five tomorrow morning, and I forget that my dog has probably already peed on the kitchen floor.
“Oh?” I say.
We go there and we talk (you talk) and I open a bottle of champagne (I drink).
You’re less sexy when we’re naked.
You say that you’re jet-lagged.
I think about all the women that fantasize about sleeping with you.
Saturday February 8, 2014
Savvy had wanted to be one of those YouTube singing sensations. She had picked a new name and everything. She was going to get followers and fans and a music deal and a drug addiction. She was going about it all in the right way. She had followed other YouTube phenomenons to see how they had done it exactly. What surprised her were the videos themselves. Well edited and creative and at times using so many other individuals. Savvy wondered how she would get that fame if she were always competing for smiles with her friends and the extras she paid to be in her music videos for a cover she was singing of a band that every other YouTuber had done a cover for. She did not like the idea of learning to use a software. Not after spending so much time perfecting her singing face and learning which angle her nose looked best in. Savvy’s only M.O was to become a star, to be in an Us Weekly magazine and to maybe start her own perfume line.
Tuesday, September 17, 2013 at Sambuca Grill
From the front page of the Toronto Metro Wednesday, September 11, 2013
“And the crowd goes wild haaaaaa and they’re begging to see Jareth take off his shirt haaaaaaaa and everyone is shouting but it sounds like a whisper haaaaaaaa
And everyone is begging and crying because the sheer sight of him alone makes people weep with love and joy and madness haaaaaaaaa!!”
Jareth leaps from his bed to the floor of his bedroom in his shitty basement apartment. He’s been living at 43 Summits Dr. since early October of 2011. He still dreams of rocking out to a real guitar instead of the air guitar he’s gotten so good at playing while he’s alone. Jareth is a dream journal analyst and still calls his mother everyday after work. He is a normal dude in every sense of the word, except he still acts like the 11 year old version of himself….And he’s a dream journal analyst.