I got a great email from my father today. He wonders why is it that in spite of meeting various unbalanced individuals in dark alleys and trading stories with my Cameroonian friends, I can sound like I'm so bored.
He invited me to return to my home town of Kelowna, BC, Canadia for a much needed reality check.
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Funny, just the thought of a return to good old K-town sobers me up like a brisk Canadian breeze, like polar bear breath straight off the iceberg strewn waters. Cold enough to freeze your nostrils shut.
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Now don't get me wrong, it's been far too long since I've seen the dear members of my beloved family, but couldn't they all just meet me in India or something?