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[Yawn] I got in so late last night, that I think I'll have bags under my eyes for all eternity. No, seriously. We went out to a club called The Rave, and they weren't kidding when they called it that. I just gotta say that some of the women in there were [smile] DY-NO-MITE. Well moving on... I met Britney Spears there also, which was, I must say a GREAT experience. What guy would pass that up? Later I have to go get fitted for wardrobe for the 4th season of QAF. The clothes are always the best part of work. I don't know many guys who can say that! I like to shop with the wardrobe designer for the show because he knows all the right spots. It's fun to kill a few hours going through piles of arcane stuff that fires me up but that I would probably never wear. And the shops in Toronto are AMAZING. I buy a lot of used stuff. Where we shoot this place has great vintage shops. I found a really hot 60s pinstripe suit on queen Street with a perfect shape. It's navy with blood-red lining. Fucking sick! [Laughing] I call it my pimp suit. Randy refers to it as my whore suit. Don't ask. I think working on QAF has kind of helped me with my fashion choices. Thank god for that.
I wanted to share this poem I wrote earlier this week, I thought I did alright on it.
Memories of the past, times soon forgotten. Nothing to show, nothing. The pain keeps me alive.
The swollen eyes, the blackened soul. The hollow pain, the bitter mind.
The road keeps it course, the speed is blinding. My destination unknown, the years keep flying.
No longer young, no longer can I smile. The blank stare, etched into my face.
A sullen mind, a heavy heart, the will is broken, the hope is lost.
Memories fly by, the past unbroken. It will not budge, the writing is on the wall...
etched in stone... all alone, all alone...
The future is coming. Will I be ready? A new day dawns, a new hope begins.
Many years gone by, to many wasted. The future is virgin, a clean slate started.
Remember the past, the mistakes I made, I must not repeat, or the cycle will continue.
Enough melodramatic shit. [Waves] Bye for now.
-Gale H
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