Canadians are often a friendly bunch.

To burn a CDR of music you like to give as a gift to someone you wish to become closer to is a cold, moist-palmed, mouth-breathing bummer.

I used to sit on the roof of the apartment where Jim Morrison used to write his early lyrics

No child asks to get born, so when they are here, they should be shielded from any possible horror.

It is you who makes me see what I really am.

From those who agonize that they may no longer be able to write off their private jet to someone who doesn't feel like making the three mile hike to the well to get water and carry it back, everyone struggles.

There's nothing funny about, 'Yeah, I took a First Class plane ticket and I went to some designer beach and made out with a Laotian slave girl.' Who cares?