montreal needs a blade

this guy drunk called me the other day. i miss this fuck.

washboard

my bro started to work out after he saw how ripped i am.

230lbs

i used to weigh 230lbs circa 2005, in halifax.
man i sucked.

after my good friend talia came to visit me here in montreal, i found out some pretty retarded shit. i found out that i have forgotten an unreal amount of memories, starting from roughly the time i starting drinking (22nd birthday, march 13th 2005). i was told of some stories about us, our friends, and people ive met. i flat out denied that i had met one particular person (or partied with) then found out i had spend about 3 days hanging out and partying with this human being, and i saw pictures to prove it. there is no memory in my head of this. i blame things like the picture above. me and 20 people started drinking at 7am (watching olympic hockey) and then i passed out at noon using a can of wild cat as a pillow. wow.