After 104 days, 2 nights at the Canadiana, 4 nights at Global Backpackers Village, 2 random house mates, 6 jobs (two kept, the others quit), 3 brewery tours, 1 2 minute challenge, 1 toast masters experience,1 gay pride parade, 1 brief romance with an arsehole, several thousand encounters with crazy drugged up Torontonians, 2 brief appearances on Canadian television, 1 invitation to appear on a Canadian game show (politely declined), 1 poutine, 1.5 weeks on crackers as well as street meat and 20 cent noodles because that's all I could afford, 1 trip to New Liskeard, 1 cat empire Concert, 4 trips to Toronto Island, 2 colds, 1 burst ear drum, one trip to the doctor (for the burst ear drum), one bout of food poisoning, too many hangovers, countless numbers of bohemians, Canadians, Rickards anything,
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