shunning the one who doesn’t fit
nature is healing. by nature, i mean, me.
My family gave their lives, died to defend Quebec and Canada, lest we forget indeed
My great grandmother and grandma Bernice Cloutier in Verdun (possibly NDG) early 1950’s
My great aunt Muriel who worked as a highland dancing girl for The Bay on Ste-Catherine street in the early 1900’s from what I recall, I’m not 100% sure, need to check in with my fam.
My cousin Kirk Murray, working out in the yard at Bordeaux prison
In his defence, the men he murdered tried to kill Kirk’s dog first. Or so the story goes.
18, 19, 20 and 21 years old.
So young.
Crazy what cocaine can do to a generation of youth. Turns them into violent hoodlums.
Don’t touch cocaine, kids.
My great Grandpa Murray fishing in Verdun
My great uncle Pep (or Ross) in Verdun 1940’s
My maternal grandfather Tom, Dixon, Jerry Murray (depending who’s asking), Teamster and old friendo of Louis Armstrong
My grandfather Tommy Hill, Norman is my father.
The three O’Brien brothers: 1958 Dow Brewery From left to right Tom O’Brien, Patrick Joseph Barney, Bartholomew O’Brien (my great uncles on my father’s side, who were also old school Shriners)
stressed out but optimistic
I have conditioned myself over the past few months to soothe myself thinking about moving back to the west coast and living on the beach when I’m stressed out, instead of thinking about killing myself.
Progress.
Starting to recover so I can get back to work, save up some money and move to a warm, sunny, friendly beach neighbourhood far away from Montreal. Healthy, functional, reciprocal, creative, inventive, inspiring, growing and healing, it’s time.
The best revenge is living your best life.
1000% celebrities need to stop coercing the public
