Elsa and her magnificent patience had helped pull my head out of the adolescent funk it was in. Incredibly, with her guidance I had pushed myself...
It’s another late night at Nathan’s place as he, myself and Justin play some computer games on his Amiga 500; cutting edge technology for 1992. Despite...
During the summer of 1992, it was common practice for me and Elsa to park the car by the Assiniboine River in Brandon. It’s not as...
It was a ballsy gamble showing up on her doorstep, but I had nothing to loose at this point. I just knew it was the right...
So how exactly does one go about not being a moron? Damned if I knew. There was a heavy possibility the condition was hard-coded into my...
