I’m a Bum
This post is dedicated to Sylvie
As of yesterday, November 14, 2008,
I am officially a bum.
It dawned on me while I was at a party — my pal Danny turned 50. There was a crowd of… oh… I’d say between 100 and 150 people, anyone who was there last night can correct me if I’m wrong. Beautiful people. I knew roughly 20 percent of them.
At about 10:00 pm, while I was talking to my good buddy Sylvie, I had an “Aha! Moment”: after 15 years of financial challenge, I’m now ready to accept the fact that I’m a bum — it’s time to take the leap of faith.
Since this is fairly new and since I’m too tired to draw, I thought I’d illustrate this post with a photo I took in one of the lanes, here in Verdun Beach. Appropriate, I’d say, since bums often hang around in lanes and I’ve always been fond of them — the lanes, not the bums. Not that there’s anything wrong with bums.
And here’s another appropriate bum shot: garbage.
It feels so liberating to finally merge with my bumness.
Thank goodness I don’t have to change my wardrobe.
P.S.: I also have this thing for brick.
andre says:
I say a 1000…Céline say’s 100 people attended the party…She knew 14 of them which does not includ RONALD(!)…She also tells me that you where her favorite”hangaround”. Where does that put me?…
November 16, 2008 at 11:08 am
OzaMeilleur says:
Well… with Céline’s estimate at 100 and mine between 100 and 150, I’d say that puts you WAAAAAAY over the top and looking a bit delusional.
But hey, as long as you had a good time with your 1000 friends, that’s all that matters.
You know I love you… don’t be a stranger
P.S.: Hugs to Céline. Tell her to drop by any time and we’ll hang around in the van. Not a word to Ronald, though, ok?
November 17, 2008 at 12:04 am