"You should kiss the ground you walk on if you were born in this country— take it from an old man who once had to wear the Star of David on his shirt. There’s a safety to living in such a diverse place. It’s much more difficult to brainwash a population that is composed of so many different nationalities and so many different viewpoints."
Unable to fit on the school bus, [André the Giant] was driven to school by playwright Samuel Beckett, a neighbor.
Go to work every day with the same confidence as a white barista with dreadlocks.
Here is a sketch comic I made called Ducks, in five parts.
Ducks is about part of my time working at a mining site in Fort McMurray, the events are from 2008. It is a complicated place, it is not the same for all, and these are only my own experiences there. It is a sketch because I want to test how I would tell these stories, and how I feel about sharing them. A larger work gets talked about from time to time. It is not a place I could describe in one or two stories. Ducks is about a lot of things, and among these, it is about environmental destruction in an environment that includes humans. Thank you for taking the time to read it.
I made the short walk to the stage and took the single step from the floor. I put my beer on a stool and began to pull the microphone out of its stand. There was a kind of buzzing in my ears. Somewhere a clock started: five and a half minutes from the red light, six minutes from kill or bomb or the great muddy gulf in between. I looked up from the microphone, and all I could see was light.