To the big cities

This weekend I went to a Toronto Raptors game, you guessed it, in Toronto. I'm still alive, wasn't mugged, stabbed, or hit with a stray bullet in a gang bang drive by. Guess karma isn't all that it's cracked up to be, eh?

As I'm driving in, I noticed a van on the highway. It was an older van, banged up, beaten, dented, scraped, you name it - and it looked like it hadn't been washed in years. The kicker? It had signed on the windows and side that said "Jerry's Auto Detailing". I guess life dyslexic people need to work too, right?

Me and my buddy are at a restaurant. I hear the guy next to me say "I'm going to go up to the bar and ask that guy out." I have nothing against gay people, but man, that's just not something us small city folks hear every day.

And why is it that whenever I go to a sporting event, my seat is right below the braindead dolt that yells "DEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEFEEEEEEEEEEEEEEENCE! DEFENCE!" every 30 seconds? I've changed my mind. Karma does catch up to me sometimes.

Well, I'm off to Niagara Falls this week for training, so don't be too upset if I don't post. If you don't already, make sure you read ALL of the blogs on my link list on a REGULAR basis, OK? There's some good shit there, I promise!