It Happened to Me

One of Our Muscle Men is Missing

My personal trainer found a sponsor for his entry into a bodybuilding competition and hasn't been seen since. No one…

24 years ago

A Chance Meeting in Brooklyn (or: “As a Matter of Fact, I DO Know Everybody.”)

My friend Jay Goldman drove to New York this weekend. He decided to try the legendary Grimaldi's pizza under the…

24 years ago

Yet Another Memo to Self

Wedding rings. You must check to see if they're wearing wedding rings. It'll save you a lot of trouble.

24 years ago

Being Boring, Part 2

A couple of phone conversations further underscoring the fact that I'm not boring enough. What is it with you people?…

24 years ago

Overheard at a Bar

Dude 1: These two guys walk up to a whorehouse... Dude 2: I like this joke already.

24 years ago

Hooters: It’s One of the Perks of the Job

The office in which I work is on John Street, a busy side street in the heart of Toronto's club…

24 years ago

Peeing in the Karma Pool

An actual conversation I had with an older busker friend of mine, near the corner of Queen and Spadina: Scrawny-looking…

24 years ago

Wasn’t Last Week’s Hassle in Customs Enough?

The right girl doesn't return my calls, the wrong one e-mailed me earlier this week. Mr. Murphy. We meet again.…

24 years ago

Memo to Self…

Always check for wedding bands before pouring on the schmoove moves.

24 years ago

Now It Can Be Told (or: How I Landed My New Client)

A Quick Note June 13, 2007: More than five years have passed since the events in this story took place.…

24 years ago