See you on the 9th

Our town has gone wild. Officially. I have been dared to partake in this chaos... wish me luck. In a few days, though, I'll disappear for a week to a calmer mentality. Hopefully on the beach.

It's weird, for as long as I can remember I've had the strangest dreams out of any of my friends. They're pretty hard to top. Am I insane? Everyone else's dreams make sense.

Meet me at Erlton station.

Happy Birthday, My Baby

It's kind of ironic, being born on the fourth of July and being of much more value to me than that other place. Oh well, we can pretend our neighbours down south know who you are, too. Five whole years, four years and 5 months of that being spent with me. How much is that in dog years? 35, old man! You don't look a day over fourteen. Save for that bit of gray on your face now, but we can say you were born with it, so as not to intimidate the girl next door. Your coat is as shiny as ever, your skulk still resembling a coyote's, and I am amazed that even after being with such dreadful people before us, you still greet each waking moment with a grin. You know what, Andy? Fuck those mean, misunderstanding people we meet outside that you get scared of. Fuck their sheltered lives and their lack of compassion. They just want to scare us with their threats of lawsuit. They aren't worth the shit that I pick up after you.

This might make some people mad.

I have rich friends. It's hard not to in a city that's dripping with oil money. I'm guessing it's even harder to not have a rich friend or two (or five). I guess it's not as drastic as with fur-coated magnates walking into a five-star hotel, while across the street an impoverished family stares at the cement. There still is a noticeable difference. I go to their place more often than they go to mine. Somehow their lives are more easygoing, no matter how much I try to pull off the same. Their pantry is fuller, their houses larger and professionally designed. I'm not bitter, though, because they have good hearts. It is true, they are surrounded by certain spoils (perks? accessories?) that most people would actually have to work for, but they share everything.
For example, Canada Day this year. The day is special enough without the perks and VIP treatment, or for us Snowbirds anyway. My friend with the "connections", well, she got us backstage passes and a rooftop view of the fireworks. The sparklers are still going off.
But don't think I'm ignorant. I do realise this isn't true for everyone in *******, and especially untrue for everywhere else. Not everyone has rich friends.
Am I bitter? No. Am I envious? At times, but then I think how I'm getting along fine without certain desired objects. Am I happy for them? Yes, of course; especially when they don't flaunt their possessions.
So here's to my friends and to hoping they stay kindhearted. Everyone with wealth should look up to them.