It was another gray day. I spent it trudging from taverns and to some seedy drinking establishments. Up on 51rst I'd say to the bartender: "Mack, give me another gin." Depressed, I'd have three more. Near the Harbourfront I'd be at another place drowning my sorrow in a drink.
I didn't even know the gal.
Why did she block me on Twitter?
Oh, that's right: She's Heather Mallick. And she's a bitch. She's also the premiere Cultural Marxist at the... Whatever newspaper that is they give away in bundles free at McDonalds every morning.