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4/ nano (unfinished)

god i hate those Canada geese, 

so noisy, like a pack of air dogs, 

rabidly roaming the street looking for trouble… 

they occupy our parks, filling them with their crap, 

which is always shaped like cleat dirt.

So I'm wondering why it is I have to hijack 

everything it is I do in life or any kind of meeting anyone is having. 

At some point you start to wonder if you are going crazy.

This particular winter in Ottawa was a cold one 

and I was determined to enjoy it 

perhaps more than you are meant to … 

and I think the fact that life allowed me to

 resulted in the pious attitude

 I would take in my future years, 

and for this reason I'm very glad

 I did what I did when I did it. 

Because there really is no going back, 

there really is no replay button. 

I was to begin work right after new years 

and I decided after my parents had taken

 the family on a vacation

 to Cuba to have my father drive me up to Ottawa

 the next day so I could go new years

 partying with my friends.. 

Cuban rum and all. 

My father bless his soul 

did his best to make that happen

 and after dropping me off

 he turned around in his little beater beatle

 and drove all the way back to Toronto

 in a new years eve snowstorm.

I had arrived to a group rental

 shared house that a friend of my friend

 had found for us. 

This huge mini-mansion

 with all the old style furnishings to boot.

 Brocade carpets and antique mirrors in the hall, 

two old wooded staircases, 

a real cool attic room 

and the room I was to share with my friend.