"...to crush the weak or tighten the noose. Duck, duck, goose."
I’ve always felt that I'm somewhat of an outsider or an un-belonger and that's not necessarily a bad thing. It is true that I am a man who lives in his own world but I need to eat and drink and buy underwear sometimes. So, I must commute to your world.
Commuting To Life Everyday is 15 years in the making. It is my happiness, my sadness, my weakness, my struggle, my weirdness and my picket line. It is my triumph and my loss. My friends and family will be the first ones to say that I've always been an open book. Well, here it is. For a price...
...a small chunk of your sanity.
To all the bumps and bruises, the Greyhound bus trips across Canada and all the women I've loved... here is my diary. Here is your diary.
