Okay, so it was hot today and about 98% humidity, and here I come schleping two cases of cat food and my fat self up Church Street, sweating like a real oinker. I cross at the corner of Church and Wellesley to wait for my partner to come along from the beer store.

I see this hot bald guy waiting for the light. Then I see this tattoo on the back of his head. "Wait a minute, I know that head."

So I walk over, yes, it's him. He's wearing headphones, so I bump his arm. He looks at me, removes his headphones, and I say, "I know you." And he says, "And I know you."

Yes, it was Jasun himself.

First of all, for those who haven't met him in person, his pictures don't do him justice – and he seems like a nice guy. We chatted for a couple of minutes. My partner passed by on his way into the bank, and shortly after, I let Jasun go on his way.

It was really nice seeing someone from the board in my neighbourhood. (Jasun, it was cool meeting you. Sorry I didn't introduce you to my partner, I'm a bit of a social klutz.)

So on the way home, Ted (my partner) says, "So who was the really hot fucking man." And I told him he's one of my buddies from the board. "Is he straight," Ted asked.

"No," I replied, "But apparently he has a thing for fucking straight guys."

Without missing a beat, Ted horks a big spit ball, let's it rip onto the sidewalk, and says with this hick accent, "Fucking right, eh? Yeah, I'm fucking straight."

Good moments.
Cheers
Michael