Right Whale Said Fred

Fort Hills

The constant pound of a pile driver shakes the working trailer like that of a T-Rex in Jurassic Park. Jeff Goldbloom could very well be pointing at my water cup. Sunday morning, two and a half hours into the working day and there is still no sign of sunrise. Rather a spatter of lights from heavy equipment whir around a snow covered wasteland. Constant back up beeps resound. Tensions are high, stakes are high, spirits and emotions are mixed. Coffee pours like an oil waterfall. I attached a ring tone to a special girl's contact in my phone last summer. One that sounded like a bird chirping, I though it was appropriate. This noise always16 used to put a smile on my face. Something about this girl. Anyways as I sat focused on work, the sound. Shreee Shrrruuuump like an under the tongue chickadee whistle. My heart raced and I flushed. Was it her after all these months reaching out?

Summer Solstice Dusk

An electrical storm circled the harbor like so many do. Starting from the North East, over by Mom and Dad’s, the ominous clouds began to suffocate the peninsula. The muggy air began to dance, rain drops spit, and nothing was wet for more than a fleeting moment. I watched and counted as lightning struck fifteen kilometers away. I knew the heavy rain would escape us, it would stay out in the bay. My desire was to grab her and go watch the storm. We could find a tree on the backside of Ministers Island, lay down a blanket and watch the darkness approach. A moment like that is when two people can fall in love.

Grey Blue

Its dusk and its calm. The type of calm that suspends time. Clouds ribbon the sky like a ruffled sheet before bed. If a car didn’t drive by and a construction worker wasn’t having a smoke I very well could have been still. The boats sit quiet in the harbor, barely a ripple straight to Navy Island. The lights on the wharf trace back toward the town, refracting off the steel grey water like lit sparklers. I just left the Kennedy Inn where I received the most heartfelt hug from my friend Mel. We drank beer and exchanged stories of life’s minor quarrels. It makes me wonder why I feel the desire to want more. I love this town, I love my life.

Forgive Me

Forgive me. Before it gets too complicated let's spend some time in the city. We can take a drive up, get drunk at a concert. We can laugh the night away and I won't have to worry about a fight. I will smell your hair and you will scratch my beard. Amidst a sea of people we will be alone. The sticky floor and the mist in the air makes me love you. There is no need to talk. The situation speaks for itself. We enjoy each other not thinking about our exes or the fact I had to cancel our dinner date the other night. You won’t mention anything as I notice beautiful people in the venue. I have you and that’s all I want. As we loosely hold each other it’s a perfect fit. Smitten. In the morning will be rolling around in bed, I will look at you and love your face waking up. Imperfectly perfect. Not arguing about how I didn't tell you about going to the bar and running into old mates. We can spend a fleeting few months together in glee. Trying not to think about how baggage will surface and how the very memories we create will end up culminating to our eventual falling out of love. Forgive me.

Apple Sauce

Proof is in the pudding? What the fuck does that even mean? Actually proof is in the pie. Cross my heart and don’t hope to die. This needle is going nowhere near the region of her upper thigh. Apple pie; pumpkin pie; hair pie. Regardless of anything, I don`t want any pie. Noon hits. My crotch gets the fits. God damn. There goes that theory.

Seems as though becoming single and my wantingness to blog come hand in hand. Perhaps its because when I'm single I generally don't give a fuck. A shout out to all my Asian girls, let the lights dum sum. Drake. But in all seriousness, it would be way to hard to explain a raant to a woman you're porking. Especially if she is legitimatly crazy and irrational. It would be even more taxing than watching a Rom Com with that type of girl. You get some photoshopped gomer like Ryan Gosling doing all these creative romantic things and the wheels are just a churning. They compare every action and phrase in the movie to real life situations. If you are planning on using a movie as lube, skip the Rom Com's unless you want to wait until after the flick. The panties begin to dampen as the couple skips off into the sunset. One can liken my current situation to that of Andy Dufresne in Shawshank redemption. He was falsely accused, spent a siginficant amount of time in jail, where at times wasn't so bad, crawled through a bunch shit, but was in the end became a free man. Free to a certian extent. Just like Andy, I am not about to go galavanting around town excersicing being unshackled.