For the "Seemed like a good idea at the time" file:

I was a good Dad all week so ended up wearing rugby shorts to a bar (For ease of dancing, obv.) under the influence of at least 3 different mind slurrying chemicals, resulting in me getting kicked out for licking a doorman.

In what I'm going to mostly blame on the lack of pocket space (though there were definitely other factors) I lost my cell phone, my debit card, and my cigarettes. Fortunately the card was replaceable, the smokes were mostly gone, and my cell phone was found and they called the house. Unfortunately short shorts offer little road rash protection and I'm scraped to hell and my elbow is pretty banged up. Part of me feels a little old for this, but most of me can't wait to do it all again.

Those not attending the Lavers-Cahill wedding (though I'm genuinely sure it'll be lovely) are welcome to accompany me and Mr. Beaton tear the ass out of Montreal and Osheaga-size your summer. New ride, awesome city, and a collection that'd likely be the envy of Raoul Duke. Jus' sayin's all.

I'm not a patient man. I pout when I don't get what I want, I sulk. I'm all about instant gratification, up size my fries, now, now, now. Obviously that's something I need to work on. People crave, objects, relationships, money, stature, I'm no different. Buddhists say the origin of suffering is craving for things that we think will give us pleasure. And boy, are they onto something.

There's a lot of things out there that I want. Most aren't all that original or inspiring, so you don't need to hear about those. The ones that are unique to me or that I wake up to in the morning are either too embarrassing or private to share with you bozos. I just need to put my head down, keep on trucking, and hope my ship will come in. It's the only choice I have, but it's got me really scared. In a way that's kind of a good thing and has me excited. Fear as a motivator can leaves us paralysed like a dear in the headlights, I'll just have to find some balance and walk the line.