

I was working at a music festival, schlepping cases of beer. Some guy hit me with “I’m Gord Downie’s cousin, give me one”, I didn’t know who he was talking about, so I told him that and ignored him.
Later, a bunch of Ontarians told me I did that in perfect deadpan. In reality, I grew up on the east coast, where the Tragically Hip wasn’t nearly as popular, so I legitimately had no clue who he was talking about.








The one sticking out of the pelvis.