The BGA

WOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Hello

Vancouver

, overcast cold

Vancouver

, so glad you could open your clammy arms to welcome heartbroken, up to no good me into your fold. Well at least I hope I’m so glad.

Woke at the crack of dawn after a ‘hey we broke up lets be friends’ meeting last night, and decided that a 5 hour flight could only be endured with a requisite Goodbye Toronto bat smokage on the 7th floor of the airport parking lot. good times gettin high looking at the dreary Toronto landscape and hoping that I’d wake up someone else at the end of my flight, or that at least they’d play a good movie….. no such luck. Still me here, although a little better for the wear, crunk as fuck in the airport lounge… and the movie sucked some Ryan Philippe spy crap, he can’t act worth a damn.

Which brings me to my next topic, if it turns out that I did not win the 40 mil lottery yesterday (my apologies to heats, j.b., e-train, poops and ted to whom I’d promised lavish vacays, I think it’s time for me to find an agent to get my ass cast in the next tri sequel epic, I want to make some insane bread off some shit lame doritos, pepsi 6 pack shit you know what I’m sayin, bout time the summer blockbusters had some smokin hot gay action… my only request… demand is that my love scene co-stars be none other than Oliver Martinez, and J.T. but J.T.’s character will obvi have to be a mute… a passionate mute.

Anyways I’m up here waiting on Heats so we can shoot what will no doubt be an epic video for Lightening Dust, a rad band/offshoot of the

Black

Mountain

kids. Hoping to hook up with Rose, Krista and Abbas, and YOU! That is if you live here in Van or somewhere else in B.C. and wanna come down find me, especially if you’re of the hot and horny variety. holla atcha boy!

I’m single ready to mingle and back posting blogs and exploiting my personal life for a cheap laugh…. no reason to keep this messed up shit to myself is there.

Hope you’re all well…. well some of you.

xoxo, A