Well, It's Thanksgiving day here in the Great White North...and my house will soon be swarming with vermin....uhhh...I mean relatives. Roving packs of kids hell bent on terrorizing their "cool" uncle, because he was out late and needs to be left alone. Cheap-ass aunts and uncles who always seem to be here for Thanksgiving - though I can't ever remember attending their place for dinner - ever. (Not sure I would go anyway, but that's not the point) They are all so suburban "normal" and still question why I am not married and pushing out more little suburban kids that can spend my money on pants that hang off their ass, and "pack nines" at their local schoolyard. Why, oh why do you still go clubbing and play that rock music. What kind of future do you have playing that guitar?

I dunno, but I'm certain I will like it better than I would like to try to fit into your idea of what life is all about.

I give thanks that they are all alive and well, and that they will not be back until Christmas...

Happy Canadian Thanksgiving all!!!!

The Devilman