Day 295. A Writer is Born.

I met my new friend sitting on the curb in quite a sad state and we spent some time cheering each other up. Life sure can throw a curve ball and really F___ you up. I mentioned writing and showed him my journal and he lit up because he wanted to write a book about his past life as a Funeral Director. He's got a long way to climb up but I think he's going to try and that's all we can do right? One thing I know for sure, It was a sign from God when he found a blank journal exactly like mine only brown. Journaling literally saved my life once so I hope it works for him.

Day 292. My Auntie's Dog

Leena and I visited my Uncle Rien and Tante Chrys for thanksgiving and they were babysitting my Tante Bea's Dog. He's got quite a personality and he entertained us all.

Day 291, Game Envy

My favourite sport is People Watching. These guys were playing with their Nintendo Games but the guy on the right really wishes he didn't leave his at home!

Day 290, Hamilton's Own Marlboro Man

Hamilton's Own Marlboro Man gets off the Iron Horse (Hamilton Transit) and heads for whatever destination is written on the card in his hand. I bet he's meeting a beautiful woman he met at a bar.