drunk canadians express their feelings, ruin alternative music.
Monday, January 10, 2011
(DON'T TRY TO) RIDE A WHITE SWAN
i remember once as a kid running towards a group of swans on the shore of lost lagoon in stanley park, my thought at the time being that birds run or fly away when you chase them. well, my little mind never figured that a swan as tall as i was would instead turn and spread it's massive wings, strike me across the face and knock me to the ground. fair enough, a life-long lesson learned. don't fuck with swans.