I am so in love with Buddy Wakefield. So in love. His work is just incredible. I love watching him preform pieces like "Aaron" and "Hurling Crowbirds at Mockingbars" – it's just so honest and full of emotion.

But I can't even begin to tell you how moved I was the first time I watch "The Information Man".

Me: Is it bad how much happiness I get from poutine?
Jason: Better than getting your happiness from heroin.
Me: But I would be thin if I loved heroin.
Jason: I'll support you whatever addiction you decide on.
Me: Financially? Because the only thing stopping me from makin friends with Henry* is a lack of funding.

After having the above text-session with Jason, I made a decision. A very big decision. But I didn't tell anyone, because I thought it was very unlikely I would follow through with it. I have mulled it over and, for the greater good of my waist line, I'm giving up poutine**!



* I'm reading a really great memoir right now, chock full of Beats. Henry was a term for heroin, I guess. Now, according to urban dictionary, it refers to an eight of pot. Now you know.

**For a month. Maybe.