/sectionb: CLEARANCE
Posted on March 29th, 2024 – Be the first to comment… in which Brock has his first experience with the pod and a mysterious encounter with the agency.
… in which Brock has his first experience with the pod and a mysterious encounter with the agency.
… in which a couple of the newest members of Section B reveal some things about themselves while the transpacific voyage of the Merle continues.
It’s been well over a decade since I bore witness to the unspeakable. I’d thought that it was behind us, forgotten and buried, gone and dealt with.
I was wrong.
This time around Sarah was there to experience the carnage with me.
As in the past, this year’s Santa Claus Parade had a heavy police presence and everyone looking over their shoulders.
A dour paramilitary presence added somber tones to the distressing gathering.
And, as before, there were crass displays of wanton debauchery and depravity.
It seems few people heeded my warnings. Although I doubt many more will do so next year, it’s my sincere hope that this message will reach at least a few and that the annuals horrors imposed on the city by this event can be alleviated, even if only slightly.
… in which Section B enjoy some much-needed rest, relaxation, and extended introductions.
Pieces of the Gardiner Expressway have been falling off for quite some time now but the deterioration of 65-year-old elevated road running along downtown Toronto’s southern edge is now unnervingly visible.
Services advertised on Bathurst near Dundas.
Sarah and me managed to once again successfully infiltrate the CNE. Our reward: a unique lucha libre exhibition.
There was one more image in this series but it was just too gruesome so you’ll have to use your imagination. (hint: wee balls were involved)
This poignantly apropos image was snapped somewhere in the subterranean bowels of St. Michael’s Hospital some time in late July 2021. Priorities sure were different in those days!
Just happened to be wandering the vicinity when … look at what I spotted. Seem familiar?!
Yeah … hoisted dinghies in an urban jungle. Nice. I’ll be expecting my royalty cheque some time in September.