I’m a Bum
This post is dedicated to Sylvie
As of yesterday, November 14, 2008,
I am officially a bum.
It dawned on me while I was at a party — my pal Danny turned 50. There was a crowd of… oh… I’d say between 100 and 150 people, anyone who was there last night can correct me if I’m wrong. Beautiful people. I knew roughly 20 percent of them.
At about 10:00 pm, while I was talking to my good buddy Sylvie, I had an “Aha! Moment”: after 15 years of financial challenge, I’m now ready to accept the fact that I’m a bum — it’s time to take the leap of faith.

Since this is fairly new and since I’m too tired to draw, I thought I’d illustrate this post with a photo I took in one of the lanes, here in Verdun Beach. Appropriate, I’d say, since bums often hang around in lanes and I’ve always been fond of them — the lanes, not the bums. Not that there’s anything wrong with bums.

And here’s another appropriate bum shot: garbage.
It feels so liberating to finally merge with my bumness.
Thank goodness I don’t have to change my wardrobe.
P.S.: I also have this thing for brick.






