I love you, wife

Ok, I though about making this post a huge review of Ed Harris' adaptation of Appaloosa, but instead I am going to post a bunch of old pictures I found on my Dad's hard drive while I was visiting for Canadian Thanksgiving. Appaloosa WAS great though.













This is me at, I shit you not, 13 years old. The first week I lived in my new house when my family moved to Germany.

























Here I am, at the same age, with my Grandmother and brother a few months later.




Here I am sitting on the edge of a cliff on Tenerife in the Canary Islands. I am 14.





This was a turning point year, I guess. Freshly 14 and I got my first tablet only hours before this photo was taken. I think.









That summer, we went to Port Grimaud and St. Tropez in France. We also visited Monaco where I realized that I will never be rich.





I am of Italian descent and love everything Italian. For my birthday one year, I grabbed a friend and we headed to Rome. Good times were had, my brother got drunk, the apartment was tiny, and man that food was fantastic.







After Rome was the family trip to Tunisia. Hey look at me! I was 15 and actually looked it!





That's right, I got to ride a goddamn camel in Tunisia. Rock, the fuck, On!













I had planned on skipping Prom entirely, but my ladyfriend at the time (the very talented writer Teri Matheson) forced it upon me. This is what I wore. We went in Grade 11, and she moved that summer, and so without the shackles around my wrist, I skipped prom my senior year. I think I am 16 in these, maybe I was still 15 though. I'm not good with numbers.





The final family trip was to Egypt. We went on a Nile cruise thing. Some Polish girl who was far younger than I decided she had a crush on me and followed me all over the boat. Her dad even came to me and tried to get me to dance with her one night when I was tired and sick.







When I finally graduated high school, I opted to not go to the graduation ceremony at all. I was the only student not to attend. Even kids who didn't graduate went to the ceremony. I was proud of myself. So, instead of all that pretentious pomp and ceremony wasting my time, my friend Spencer came by and we had a graduation ceremony of out own. Much of that evening was spent dancing to SexyBack and sipping very bad rum.





After I graduated I flew to Rhodes with a few of my friends where we spent a week drinking lots, and lots, and lots.



Upon returning from Greece, my family and I packed our shit up and moved back to Canada. This photo is actually from a few months previous on a house hunting trip, but this is the house.






That year instead of going to college I got a job as a host in a restaurant, and quickly moved up to being the big man behind the bar making drinks (actually almost exclusively milkshakes). I was 18 and ready to make money.



Now I live in Oakville, Ontario and go to Sheridan College and have no money. Funny how these things work.