By Peter Quincy It’s another one of those cheap and lousy Mondays with the dread of a full work week looming ahead. As I approached Toronto’s infamous Wrongbar at approximately 9:30PM, a handful of around twenty people are waiting outside with still an ample half-an-hour left before doors open. It was a bit odd considering [...]
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I decided not to pout over a possible week of bad liquid food, since, after all, I was already regretting not having complete anesthetization for my wisdom teeth extraction. As a squeamish little person, being fully conscious for the pulling, yanking, and crunching (not to mention, the blood) was a little like being in your [...]
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