LAST KNOWN CONTACT

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...dark, too dark. The cave I live in now is a prison. Prison from the cows outside, I can hear them mooing at night. Sometimes I cry when I hear them. I remember a better time, about 35 years ago. I was a young 21 year old man, going into third year of a theatre major, lover of music of all forms and most of all lover of performing. Now I am a lover of each day I stay alive, the bovines have taken over. Enslaving our women to get their precious milk, the irony is not lost on me. I applied for the job of milk gatherer many times but met with moos of disgust. I wish I could go back to December 2007, bartender at Hooleys, adept musician, insanely skilled at video games, and performer in insensitivity training. Raised in Kincardine, Ajax, and then living in Ottawa. Had to choose between microbiology at UofT Scarborough or Theatre, I made my choice. I was an only child, but had a dog like a brother. With very encouraging parents and friends I started out to the acting career. Now I start to degrade from my once Greek like physique. Why is it so quiet? ...

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