Midnight Jolt Run

-     For the last couple weeks of Summer, (this being a relative term in Calgary) I have been pleasantly surprised by how many times I have been proved wrong.  One example in particular was that out of the several hundred homeless people that I’ve passed in these warm, moderate months, I’ve only ever had one ask me for a bus ticket or some change.  My error is in thinking that same old line I’m sure plenty of us use when we’re out walking about and see some poor old scruffy soul.

Oh, God, another beggar.  He’d better not ask me for anything.

Of course, when the poor souls (or maybe just more enlightened souls who don’t give a crap about what I consider to be important in society) just mind their own business or smile and nod politely, my first thought is to think the next one probably will instead of hey, maybe I’m being a dickwad. Read the rest of this entry »

A Manifesto in 3 Parts:  I Kill Giants.

Oh Lord, give me a Sword.

I remember very vividly the night that God listened to my very first, honest to Jesus Joltloving Christ prayer.  I wish I could say it was a dark and stormy night, but in reality, the only dark and stormy were in my heart, and the night was the third most beautiful winter night I have ever experienced.

The second most beautiful was a night I drove down to the graveyard and said hello to some old ghosts.

The most beautiful night was when SkitZ, Hooze and I went out and lay under the pin-needle array of the northern lights that seemed to rain down in a surreal hologram.  Read the rest of this entry »