Monday, October 31, 2011

Gord Downie


Yes, of THE (not the! THEE) Tragically Hip. 
Many thanks to my brother for taking us to Gord Downies house in the county. Lol. He wasn't home, so he didn't chase us with a shotgun which is what I would do if I were rich and famous. 
Well, Quinner is a relative of his so I best be nice to him. He sounds like a nice guy, unlike that dick Dallas Green. Which I have heard was approached in a bar and a guy offered to buy him a beer and he referred to himself in the third party and refused the beer. 
Henceforth I shall be known as "That Halloween Guy", or "Creeper Guy", or "Ken" or other derivatives which you seem fit. Which I'm sure everyone has their own name for me. 
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I work at a 911 centre. Yes, CENTRE! I am Canadian! So, yes I do have some stories. Not as many as you might think as you do tend to get jaded working in that environment for any length of time. And you start to think of everyone as stupid, immature, and wonder how we ever survived the dark ages as a race. We need more chlorine in the gene pool! Most people I find are afraid. Afraid of life, afraid of each other, afraid of failure, afraid of success. You big fraidy cats! Wait till the zombies come, now that's something to be truly afraid of!