The newest of the Brunswicks

I love/hate New Brunswick. The people truly are disgusting/beautiful.

Today, as I was strutting down George St. toward Starbucks, where all the Health-Care City's power brokers dine on fruit salad and iced coffee, I saw an older lady with a straight-up beard. We're talking hair it would take me two weeks to grow.

Then, at the aforementioned dining establishment, another older woman with no teeth and a less-than-sunny disposition sat down on the armchair next to mine and started reading Jesus Christ Is Coming Back! She was asleep five minutes later. Not sure what that means.

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