The days are getting shorter. I’m fine with that. My foot slams down on the accelerator. I am fine with that. Let there be more darkness.
I arrive back in the countryside last night after ten days in Halifax. As I open the front door I’m singing to myself: “So glad to be back home, be back home. So glad to beeee back home” and a wasp promptly swoops down and stings me on the leg.
Look at that bastard up there clinking off the light bulb.
I lost my tripod in St. John’s. My video camera was stolen in Halifax. I am officially out of the video recording business. Thank you, thanks for coming out, good night.
No I’m not through with videoblogging yet. I will find a way to build little QuickTimes out of pine needles and duct tape and deer poop. Just wait.
I watched the security cameras at Reflections Cabaret. There goes a tall blonde transvestite. And there goes the guy with my backpack. Tall guy, short dark hair, golf shirt. He follows a little ways behind, as if he didn’t want the two of them to be seen leaving together. Stealth mode is hard to maintain when there are eight cameras surrounding you (mental note). They meet on the sidewalk and disappear out of the frame.
Spread the word, club kids, it would be best for him to find me before I find him.
It was good to see some friends in Halifax but on the whole, a fairly soul-destroying time complete with ever-present reminders of why I left in the first place.
Montreal and Halifax have been crossed off my list. Tonight I’m travelling to PEI to perform at Hunter’s Alehouse. Charlottetown, don’t let me down.
I might have to return to Hali if only to hang out at Rejections looking for Tranny Dave and friend. But would I even recognize the guy who stole my stuff if I passed him on the street? My glasses were in that backpack too.
People are trying to make me feel better by telling me how it could have been worse. Like, it could have been a nine-year-old child that I’m missing. Fair enough. Although the thing with children is that you can always grow more.
Wasp, may your venom spread throughout my entire bloodstream, so that I may visit this sting upon the world ten thousand times over.