Three shots fired. It's always the same isn't it? No.. it's not. Look at our history gently and see the hyperaggression towards the righteous, the brave, the honorable, the defiant, the inspirational. Validity, valor, victorious. Take not our heroes and saviors but our suppressors. 3 shots fired.

#Billionairs just love to squeeze and squeeze and squeeze. Sooner or later the needle will find their flesh.

During the pandemic and the shutdowns, Canada Post letter carriers were hero's and an essential service. What the fuck changed that I'm to be treated like a piece of shit?

No body gives a shit about their Canada Post letter carrier unless they are, I don't know, waiting for a package?

I'm tired. I'm just so fucking tired. I'm broke. I'm alone. I have no one. I'm in the basement of my rockbottom.

How would you feel? My family doesn't respect me, the public believes I'm irrelevant and should be replaced. My 22 CEOs believe I'm scum and the root of their financial issues. And I just want to feel human and get back to work. What am I? I'm a letter carrier.

Kindness is a commodity apparently. And my pockets are empty. Love is food. And my stomach is empty.

Picket lines are the lonely hill that good men die on.

A lover once asked me, "Can I call you Bear?"
"Sure but why?" I asked
"Because if you look at a bears eyes you see the truth. Yes, he's cuddly, but he's also very sad. And alone. And dangerous when he needs to be but very sad."
"OK" I said. "I'm your Bear."

Loneliness. Is it the sunrise to trauma or the sunset to happiness?

With just a few coins in my pocket. And unchecked lotto tickets in my wallet. My hopes for the entire country not to hate me or judge me seem to ride on a 20 sided dice. Best of 3?

In this world, every ugly guy gets to be loved once by only 1 princess. I miss her.

It's 1am in the city and no one hears my knife drop to the ground. Bloodless is the steel. It's just not worth it anymore.