The Buddy System

Growing up, this was incredibly important to me and all my friends. The buddy system was our "social safety net" whereby we always knew who was taking care of whom.

Newfoundland is a dangerous place for a teenager. Most young people from 'up-along' wouldn't have the where-with-all to deal with the drinking and drugs. But the 'Buddy' system mitigated the damage we allowed to happen to each other. It made us better friends.

And it lasted. We always took care of our own. Ten years after the enacting of the first buddy system, here I am watching over a little too drunk friend. It isn't a chore. It isn't a problem. He is my Buddy and I am happy to take care of him.

Seventh day at creative writing class

Yashin isn't teaching the next session. He has managed to convince a real Editor to do it.

I submitted work, which I wasn't really proud of, but we will see how the class reacts.

I am a slow writer and it shows.

What the Hell?!?

I can't believe no one has commented on Jesus Williams the anarchist hairdresser. C'mon people, its no Brokeback, but there is a story there.

Fourth Day at Creative Writing Class

Tonight we worked on character. Collectively, we came up with Jesus Williams, an anarchist and gothic hairdresser who is really fond of knitting and James & The Giant Peach. I am really imspired to write a story about him.

Also, I had to submit my first piece of work to the class. Next week they get to skewer me.