I’m always hearing about the exotic architectural sites my friends see during their travels around the world. Growing up in Surrey, I saw a lot of architectural sites too. They’re called crack houses. I actually grew up in one, it was not a pretty sight seeing my dad bend over every time he fixed something.

Whenever I try and bum a ride on the freeway I pull down my pants and moon people. But all I get is a thumb’s up. I’m the one asking for a ride!

When I fly to another country I leave my emotional baggage in the airport because I don’t want to deal with it again.

I used to have a chip on my shoulder until a seagull on Granville Island ate it.