The day issue two launches I am infiltrated by a 24hr gastric virus that enables me to vomit for the first time ever at my school, OCAD. As soon as I bike in actually, B LINE TO THE HANDI-WASH! Put the papers out, go to union in pain. Union says see doctor, doctor says you sick, take a cab home. Take cab, ask him to pull over several times to puke out the side like a hooded junkie in retrosupersunglasses. Watchout at King and Tecumseth. That was a big one.
The end to a showstopper of a week. Confrontations with friends, collegues, teachers, even the mentally ill including a woman who was eating package after package of equal sugar supplements, like 20, and a old hippie crackhead wearing dark shades and a headset stealing peoples bike lights. When questioned, all he could scream at me was "GET THE MONEY" I of course immediately reference Beyonce.
Thank fuck the virus has passed through and this week is over.