New apartment gives me a sense of comfort as well as did the patchouli soap a friend gave me.Hallways still resemble scenes from the Shining and when I said to the landlord "nice day" and it was a gorgeous day, he replied "what so nice about it", which is not a good thing. New home front is good. Interesting people walking around, all though I may just be too damn old too connect with any of them, I can't stop them in the street anyway. There is always the coffee shop but nobody talks to anybody they don't know in this city. Strange,they used to call it Toronto the good.
Going forward with placing an ad to help my friend in Quebec recruit people for his wonderful detox center in the mountains. Writing this film, thinking about teaching children again, as well as taking a course on editing.. But still falling apart. Missing this old girlfriend still and the person that I thought would be spending time with me more went back to Slovakia. Hey, life is not always like a bowl of cherries or patchouli. Talking to a couple of old old friends, this is great, but slightly dangerous. I folded with a straight flush when my father looked into my eyes and that kind of says it all.
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