the lonely idiot

A blog about travels and thoughts

Nova Scotia to Revy (solo on the road)

I was home just long enough to see family, catch up with old goons and meet a pretty girl. I have no idea how I swung it but one night I was striking out at the Seahorse and the next night I was at a Dalhousie Tigers hockey game, gabbing away about hamburgers and Ashley McIaasic. Her name was Sheila and she was a smoke show from Cape Breton Island. It’s darn lucky she didn’t like me, or I’d have had to convince her to move her life to BC, or worse, convince myself to stay in

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This blog is intended to be a unfiltered, unadulterated, narrative non-fiction of my experiences. The opinions and stories expressed here may not always be tasteful or even fair, but they will always be true. If it's a greasy story I will make an attempt to hide someone's identity. But be fairly warned: if we are getting greased together, then everything that goes down is fair game for this blog. Everything else will depend on how well I remember it and how, or if, I can tie it back into a decent enough story worth writing about. Whatever happens I promise to try and keep this blog interesting, relevant and up to date.

"If I go, I'm going out shameless"

- Gregory Alan Isakov

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