Shotgun / August 2004

Caught with your pants down

For a lot of people, summer time means vacation time and what a time that is. Heading up to the cottage for a month or catching up on reading, gardening or drinking at your local.
One summer, when I was 13, Dad took us to Florida. We spent some time at a beachside resort in Key […]

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I Ain’t Missing You At All

I have a nice tuque with a patch embroidered on the front. The patch is a twirling middle finger salute. It’s a Wilco tuque and it’s a deep red, the colour I was seeing when I was flipping off Mother Nature in early August, seething that I had to miss Wilco playing a SOLD OUT […]

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Talk dirty to me

The boundary between sexy and sleazy is as faint as the panty line on the tight ass of a taut preteen. Sometimes you see it, sometimes you don’t.
Admit it, one of the first things you did when you hooked up your Internet was check out the porn sites. I did. My sex education had so […]

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