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**NEWS** The dream is over my friends. As I lay in bed this morning, Sunday October 5th, I reflected on the past 4 months. I thought about the ups and the downs, the highs and the lows: 3 day party binges with no sleep, laying out at various pools with all you, my friends, crashing on jimmy's couch and going for shitty TO breakfasts the next morning, so many 1/2 clubs with a soup, cleaning eggs off my front door, making several trips on foot from little italy to forest hill during the blackout, holding it down on the main during sidewalk sales, 2 day TO trips that turn into 3 weeks, california veal sandwiches, Lobby, Remy's, Budo, Skybar, Jai, Money, Tokyo, Buonna, GoGo, Time, working so hard to find a job just to work so hard to get out of work, truly partying like a rockstar in Vegas, fuckin it up at Gino's, pre-drinks at the Cos' crib, all day beers at OAP, $1 ice creams at 4 freres, lounging on the amazing stoop at 215 Montrose, 2 eggs, sausage and a bagel at caf, having friends who care enough to come into my room and drag me out of bed for a cottage getaway when it was obvious I was doing to many drugs in the city, catching up with Em over brunch, Lino's backyard, much music video awards, having a reunification of the crew in Carter's backyard, regardless of the horrible circumstances that made it happen, warehouse afterhours, cleaning eggs off my front door again, playing soccer in york mills with Sandra, barbecues in DK's backyard, recovering on Sunday's with movie marathons, the return of mini-skirts, driving to NYC, barefoot shower mat testing at Zellers with Tara, chillaxin at the tam-tams, convincing Jimmy to let us smoke at his pre-drinks, chippin with Bobby Wise, burgers at Allen's on the danforth, Burnett's birthday bash, Latner's creation of the vodka shower, all of the showers that followed, grand prix weekend, Avery's loft, dubonet with Lil' Lise, Darren Farber, squashing any stupid beef I may have had with sammy h and realizing he's a great guy, re-ignited love of skateboarding, deciding that jeans and a white t shirt is my new universal uniform, spending obsecene amounts of money at bars and clubs when I was earning peanuts, surprise visits from Stone, forgetting about Stone, steak sandwiches at Mortons with Springer, out of the blue calls from Australia that let you know you're being thought about, having Hailey lend me her condo, tearing it up at This is London with Karel Pilar, strollin down queen street, relaxed afternoons at parc Lafontaine with Lino and Schaff, having my apartment to myself when Turkey went to Europe for a month, having Carter come out with the boys for Red's birthday, blunts on Tichester with Bow, Snols being healthy again and constantly showing me why I love him and his family, road trip through the desert with my ma and dad number 2, getting calls from my bro Cakes telling me that he is in Montreal for the weekend, springer fucked out of his gourd at marmelade, gino eating burnett's couch, lino shattering cell phones into a million pieces, living with mike pelosi, entering through the kitchen for family dinners at Valenzi, bottle service on a Saturday night, going straight to the airport from an afterhours and almost missing your flight because you were sleepin on the floor, going to strip clubs and being treated like a king because of the crew you're with, Steph Degasperis' resort of a backyard, creating this website and getting so many props from so many people for doing so, having the site crash because it was too popular, one penny flights to TO because SARS scared everyone away, happy hour at La Cite pool, having Tara visit TO, so many beers at Pistol, helping Turkey move out, helping Snols move in, $50 room service breakfast at the Crown Plaza in Times Square, taking the vodka shower thing so far that we actually had t-shirts made, not being allowed into the club because of said t-shirts, gettin Dan into a kiddie pool on stage with a bunch of strippers for his b-day, losing Lino to Toronto but still having him come to visit us every month or so, $90 bottles of scotch in Kicha's backyard, waking up with a beautiful girl, having friends who you'd take a bullet for.
So many highlights, so many goodtimes. But then I thought of how it is now all coming to an end, and I almost started to cry. For me, today is almost monumental. The end of an era. Yesterday I picked up my shirts, pants and suits from the dry cleaners. I have to be on the 19th floor of 2100 McGill College tommorow morning at 8:30 am, clean shaven, well dressed (don't think the ripped jeans and white t-shirt look is going to fly so well at the office) and not hungover. Now don't get me wrong, my body, mind and soul are all secretley craving the tame, regimented lifestyle which Im about to adopt, but nonetheless, even though I know the door which I am about to walk through is going to be filled with a whole bunch of new fun of its own, I cant help but be a little sad to see the door from the past 4 months close behind me. But I have no regrets, I gave it my all. I layed all of my cards on the table and hoped for the best. Sometimes I got burned, but sometimes I won, and in the end, I definitely came out on top. So that's it my friends, that's all she wrote. From now on, if you're looking for me, I'll be the guy sitting in the cafe in a suit with his laptop. If you need you're taxes done, give me a call. Keep on keepin on.......
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