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JevInstincts
Life, death, and Tim Horton's.
A funny thing has happened over the last several months. I've become a frequent patron of a little Tim Horton's near my office. For those of you who aren't familiar with this Canadian institution you are missing out. To those in the know - I can see you nodding your head. Life has been rather interesting of late, and I suppose I have every right to cry foul, but bitching and complaining won't make it better so what's the point. So I'm doing what any good son would do who has a father who is facing a lopsided battle with cancer. I've been challenging the old fart to golf as often as possible. Skins at that. The way I see it is that as he gets more and more feeble my chances at winning get better and better. How's it working out so far? This past weekend we went out twice, and both times I came out with lighter pockets. On the plus side he took me to Tim Horton's for my small black coffee and a boston cream. Jevster, |
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There's
a little part of me that wishes I was cool enough to hang out at those
fancy coffee shops and engage in mindless pretentious conversation.