I Know What I Shoulda Said, I Shoulda Said...

I went for a walk with Elliott today and stopped to get a coffee. When I came out and began to untie him, some middle-aged fat man on a bike started staring at us and asked me if Elliott was "some kind of designer mutt". I was pretty pissed/shocked so I replied that he was a fox terrier and walked away. I should have asked him if he was a "some kind of designer ass". Yeah, maybe next time. I don't have any new pictures of Toronto/Life/Elliott, so enjoy this photo of my friend Martin and I from last summer. Martin is dirty because he just finished at the iron/artist place where he worked. I just had another roll of film developed. This photo is at the beginning of yet another momentous evening in my life from last summer. Legend.