Dear Army Toque.
Tuesday, November 11th, 2008
Dear Army Toque,
We’ve been through so much. So many half fashionable days on Queen Street wearing Nudies and white hanes tees seemed so incomplete without you - but that emptiness was rare - and now, has become never. Behind closed doors I keep you aside, I know, and it’s harsh. Harsh as the cold you protect me from. Harsh as what I was forced to realize today.
Please don’t think I hate you… this wasn’t your fault. You were first. I was foolish.
Love Always,
bryan.
Dear Army Jacket,
I knew when I first saw you that I needed you in my life. No. I knew this before. I knew this since I was a child, when my father first introduced me to you, that I couldn’t go my adult life without you. When I saw you hanging there I reached for another one just like you and my homey said, “No… it’s not right”. He knew you were the right fit. And I’m thankful you came home with me that night.
But I must say this to you today -
Why the FUCCCKKKKKKKK didn’t you tell me that I was wearing my fucking army toque when I grabbed you out of the closet and rushed out the fucking door?! By the time I got to the streetcar stop I was already 20 minutes late, but just in time to see my reflection in the Blockbuster window staring back at me looking like a fucking G.I. Joe! And what a fucking day to make this all happen! You SLUT! It’s fucking REMEMBERANCE DAY, BITCH!!!! And I’m here in the fucking office looking like I dressed up as Guile from Street Fighter! Damn you! And damn my god damn mirror for not looking at me this morning to tell me the same!
Fuck you. For today.
I’ll be back to loving you tender when Army Toque isn’t around.
bitch..
be.
(LMAO.. still trippin’.)




