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Vast sprawling wasteland is what it is. Mississauga and Brampton. You know, really. Cookie-cutter housing developments and apartment buildings and strip malls and gas stations. Imagine an expanse of that so big it takes an hour to drive from one end to the other. I mean okay, there is some industry too. Rashes of office buildings and warehouses and shit. Obviously you got some schools and hospitals. The necessities.

So many gas stations.

I know you're not supposed to say bad things about your hometown - you are supposed to blindly love it without critical thought. Supposed to be some kind of honor in that.

Should be that you can grow up in a place where it constantly rains urine - and you're supposed to march in a civic pride parade and start a fistfight with anyone who puts it down.




It's incredible though: Mississauga and Brampton. You should see it. The vastness. The absence of character.

I tell you what.
 
Well if you want to talk the whole GTA, that's getting pretty huge. I'm not as intimately familiar with all of it. Vaughan, Scarborough, what-have-you. I guess it's all pretty much the same.

But Brampton-Mississauga is my stomping grounds. After several stops, I have finally landed in what is actually the one nice part of it. Port Credit. I mean I'm not saying it is every inch immaculate but you got the river and the lakefront and parks. There are some sections of old houses with a lot of character. There are a bunch of interesting music festivals through the summer (not that they interest me personally all that much but they're a thing). My end of town it is pretty peaceful and relaxed.

Port Credit is okay. That's about it for Mississauga-Brampton. All that comes to mind at the moment anyway.
 
“Just because something isn't a lie does not mean that it isn't deceptive. A liar knows that he is a liar, but one who speaks mere portions of truth in order to deceive is a craftsman of destruction.”
― Criss Jami



I'm not upset that you lied to me, I'm upset that from now on I can't believe you.”
― Friedrich Nietzsche


If you tell the truth, you don't have to remember anything.”
― Mark Twain
 
My 3 year-old nephew just got his first guitar (or reasonably guitar-like toy anyway). Apparently his only influence at this point is The Wiggles. I am not familiar with their work but based on what I am seeing of Andrew in the associated video, they are setting a righteous example for him.

Lookin' good.


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You should see the video. He seems transformed. It is not quite the kid I am used to seeing. He is doing his rock 'n roll duty.

Looking ahead to when he might be old enough for us to have an act together - that many years from now, the only appropriate name would be something like:

Andrew and the Coot.


Possibly: Andrew and the Geezer.
 
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