Let me put my arms around your head
Gee, it's hot, let's go to bed
Don't forget to turn on the light
Don't laugh babe, it'll be alright









































And although i ended up with sore lips
It just wasn't like the old days anymore

Jeane, the low-life has lost its appeal.



Fresh from the cultural hub of Western Europe, Tyspace still eats bagel bites on hot dogs.


and

and

and

make for a bike trip to the beach on the hottest day of the year.

Tan lines!!



Sebadino is still keeping it really real.

And I still love coffee


Sarah P was in town. We did some fun things.



Bram's new tag.. Errr, whip rather..


Scott Campbell McLaren is getting married. Dice was at his thing.


More bikes.



Bram got a sweet fanny pack. Honestly I'm jealous of its technical features.

Visit the Prairies, see dead shit.

and see power lines and highways.



After nearly 200km a faint view of the city is pretty encouraging.


I love bread and wine and oil and balsamic vinegar.



I also love going to normal bars, especially when people pick fights with Bram.



I went to Toronto and took shockingly few photos of anything.

While marshalling an alley-cat I tried to take photos of weird tourists or families. They suck..



There is a great secret society behind this one..



Tara's birthday.. Sweaty Betty's was a pretty good bar. It was light well, but I was too busy getting faded and talking about Wayne's World to bother with photos.


Someone brought some fireworks.





Pretty decent burgers.


Waffles likes going to the park.



Blogging is a strange beast. Do people watch me like I watch them?


Mike..

Tara, Scott and 50's..

Elaine (more than just legs)


Sunday night "Fuck-Boat."




After it rains, Winnipeg doesn't seem so bad.



Jeane, I'm not sure what happiness means.