I despised Mike Souliere.
He was sieve Souliere, I was porous Powell when we played as goaltenders for AAA peewee hockey in Brantford, a lifetime ago.
He was better than me.
And now Mike and I exchange notes on facebook.
Mike, and Amy, both pointed out that my facebook messages were getting weird.
I hate facebook.
I hate text.
I’m one of those cranky old guys who wonders how a whole generation missed e-mail.
I’ll try to write a book or two, but I need to pay attention to myself and my family.
Marler hiring Joe, telling me to fuck off (not that I cared about that) and me not getting paid for 18 months, translates to, I give up.
I’ve been doing this for 25 years.
And I never met a lawyer who couldn’t appropriate a good idea.
I’ve got grandkids to go see.
“The only true currency in this bankrupt world is what you share with someone else when you’re uncool. … Be honest and unmerciful.”
I need to be honest, with my failings and successes.