Neighbourhood Watch or Who is Watching the Neighbors

I am back. I was away for our long weekend up here in the Great White North. I was not physically away, but does that really matter? Even when I am "here", I may not be "here". In any event, it was a long weekend, or so they say. It is one of the good things about this country. They gave us an official statutory holiday on the first Monday in August. My American friends do not have this, of course, they do have January and February stat Mondays in Martin Luther King Jr Day and Presidents Day. Then again, we get Boxing Day, which I have never really understood but it is British in origin, so that says it all, like steak and kidney pie or blood pudding.

It was a pretty uneventful weekend, though the lad slept out at a friend's house on Saturday. We went for dinner with the parents. It was a place in Kensington Market, which is full of alleys and a lot of ethnicities in the city, here. We went to a place called Super Market. It could best be described as a tapas place with a Pan-Asian flare, though a couple of dishes (grilled calamari, squid to those who do not know, and the beef dish) came with chimichurri sauce, which is sort of an Argentine parsley pesto. The food was fabulous and I could not tell you what I preferred, though the others really liked the mango salad, which had that great combination of sweet mango and chili heat.

We then went for ice cream. Why am I telling you all of this? I do not know but follow me. I had a Chocolate Chili scoop. It was a rich chocolate and as the full chocolate flavor and cold, ice cream creaminess disipated I was left with the chili heat. It was an interesting sensation.

On to yesterday, I had to get gas (fucking over a dollar a litre, or close to four bucks a gallon, how is that for conversion). On the way home, I pull off a main street to a side street. The sign said "Neighbourhood Watch Community". Just then some dude pulls out of a driveway on his bicycle, without looking, and drives slowly down the middle of the road. He does not so much as fucking look behind him. He should be able to hear me as I had the CD player cranked (AC Newman, The Slow Wonder, fucking amazing). I am then left to wonder whether he was looking for his neighbor to watch for him. Then again, the sign said Neighbourhood WATCH, not fucking Neighbourhood LOOK. In any event, I did not hit him, but I was so fucking tempted.

My life consists of constantly fighting my anti-social tendencies. One day, I am sure to give into the temptation and then all of you better watch out. Then again, I do not know when that day will be, so I am like a ticking time bomb just waiting to explode!! GAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I just had an attack, but I am better now. I figure that I can tamp down the anger. I just hope the latch on the old rage door maintains. Gotta hit the streets. Ciao!