The Bloody Doors Off

Five days later and they’re still shooting fireworks.

That’s what I prefer to believe.

I’d like not to think of the alternative.

The only gun I’ve ever fired, let along held, was an air rifle at the Canadian National Exhibition.

You know the game. The goal is to shoot out a star from 10 feet.

You’ve got a better chance of busting a balloon with the dull darts they keep.

I worked the Ex when I was 16. Three weeks on the Midway.

First in those water pistol games where you spray water in the clown’s mouth to move your … some object to the top.

Did you know that, as the game operator, you can adjust the water pressure?

If you want someone to win, crank it up.

I was on that game for a week.

The final two weeks were a car game. It had a rubber doohickey and would bounce back and forth between twelve slots you put your loonie in (for non-Canadians, a loonie is $1) and if it landed within your pick, you won a prize. If it landed dead centre, you won a giant prize.

Within the week, I’d mastered the amount of force you needed to throw to make it land where you want.

The game isn’t there any longer.

Not that we’ve had an Exhibition to go to last year. Or this August.

I’m really fucking tired of this.

The only times I leave the apartment building are to walk the dog and go to the pharmacy.

Remember those weekly trips to the comic book store? Intentionally going the longer route of streetcar to bus to streetcar because it was above ground and likely to be less trafficked.

Or the movies?

God, I miss movies.

I wrote about that before.

Concerts. The last one Marlo and I saw was either Postmodern Jukebox or Phish. Both were excellent.

There is something to look forward to.

I got into St. John’s Shorts, and they are currently planning to go live in September.

The GoFundMe is half-way to our initial goal. Even my father is kicking in.

Yeah, it surprised me. He’s on a fixed retirement income. But he still wanted to help.

It means a lot.

I meant to wash the sheets today. I’ll have to do that tomorrow.

I’m rambling now.

Goodnight.