Third, and ostensibly last, time I write an editorial style blog. I like fiction, always have and always will. So please appreciate how important this message must be for me to forgo my typical creative process. This process also acts as a coping mechanism for the culmination of myriad bad choices that is my life (not all of them mine). To make a short story long, I don’t do this lightly.

I have been a Toronto Maple Leaf fan living in Edmonton, Alberta for a decade now. It’s not been easy but it has given me a family so that’s cool. I don’t often feel as if I’ve assimilated well. I don’t often feel as if I belong here, a creative artist playing at being a real tradesman in the land of the cobalt collars. I struggle daily with these feelings, with the sense that I’ve missed something or am just wrong for being. But there is one thing I know, one thing that I can say which proves I belong.

Here it is. I mean this from the very bottom of my heart. For reasons beyond the human mind to contain in something as trivial as a list. One truth that defines what it means to live in Edmonton:

FUCK CALGARY

Go Leafs! Go!