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Working on the Toronto Subway
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- Written by: Rod Boyle
- Category: Dreams
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I'm underground, the Toronto Subway, I run into someone I know standing outside the turnstiles. We talk, he tells me he's working, I can too, just standing there, people coming and going. And I'm wondering why we don't have uniforms, jackets like the other transit security people, and he's reassuring me, the uniforms are coming, we're both pretty shabbily dressed. Off in distance I see someone, older man, reminds me of Sammi from the old restaurant, Tunisian motherfucker who stole my daughter's vacation allowance, it's not him, but somehow reminds me of him, this older fellow, he has an accent I recognize, and a quiet dignity that Sammi never had...
I get bored with this standing by the turnstiles and go through, into a shop on the other side, I've got a pocket full of lottery and sweepstakes tickets I need to check. And the shop owner, a little East Indian woman with a part of the shop separated off with cardboard boxes, a half-living space, she's telling me that I can only check the one on this machine, and now I'm crawling around amidst all these other lottery machines that look like old pinball games, bright vintage and foreign motifs, trying to find the laser to check them all, there's hundreds in here, I'm not even sure that all the tickets have been drawn...
She - the shop owner - speaks with somebody that's just come in, middle aged, shirt open, unbuttoned, he's got a plastic fork stuck in his fleshy orange nipple. He walks outside, I follow him, he's talking to me while looking straight ahead..."That was real good", and I know what he's talking about, I've never tried it, too dangerous, addictive, but clearly it's done wonders if he can't feel that fork in his nipple...
News Junkie
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- Written by: Rod Boyle
- Category: Blog
- Hits: 428
Following the events of last Wednesday I've been online all day doomscrolling to the end of the world ... anxiety fueling anxiety, trying to find the latest news... like at the beginning of Covid, it's a train-wreck and you just can't look away. That Viking guy got himself lost on the way to Shambala, can't eat in prison because they won't serve him organic foods, the hilarious juxtaposition of absurdity and entitlement, the Trump supporting cop killed by Trump supporters, man killed by tasering himself in the balls, the clusterfuck of dark comedy, a most fitting and predictable end to 4 years of Trump, and this quiet now before the inauguration, it's got me suspicious, a little too early to be popping one's head out of the trenches yet I think...
Soul & Coco
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- Written by: Rod Boyle
- Category: Film
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Hadn't watched, bored, was curious. Coco, loved the animation, amazing. The stories - both of them, so formulaic and feel-good that there's no real point reviewing, but the animation was something else.
A Six-Pack of Gerbils
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- Written by: Rod Boyle
- Category: Creative
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Now, it came to my attention that other people have been using my catch-phrase "A six-pack of gerbils"... and I just wanted to clarify this is mine. Mine, mine, mine, it started here first.
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