Growing up in Cape Breton, I was never really much of a people person. Instead of having a ‘social life’ or acting ‘normal’ with other ‘people’, I was happy to just play in the woods surrounding my house and sharpen sticks with my mother’s kitchen knives.
Did this affect me negatively? Should I be worried that my son may have some of my introverted tendencies? Did eating wood that looked like chicken stunt my interpersonal growth? I’m not a normalcy scientist, how the floppy fuck should I know?
Esteban Acuna represents Costa Rica. The human earth child represents the Canada.
Anyway, I’ve decided to get the hoser out and about. Meeting people. Shaking hands. Drooling hard and taking names. He is a people person after all. I mean, he has pulled more hair and glommed on to more faces than any grown adult I know. He likes…
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