Sad Farewells
January 11th 2010 12:54
I want to talk briefly about something that's going on in my personal life today.
In Toronto, we have quite a lively club scene. For a year and a half, I've been partying at a club called the Big Bop, at all the all ages events I could make it to. It's a pretty grimey, really old building, but it has character and I've come to love it and many of the people that I've met in it over the last year.
The Big Bop is closing at the end of this month. It's becoming a furniture store.
Over the course of this months, my posts may be short, they may be less helpful than my posts in the past. Bear with me. This is an incredibly painful time for me, and I'm going to be spending a lot of time out and about, partying until the end of the Big Bop.
It sucks having to say goodbye to the place I've come to love so much. It hurts to say farewell to its big, ugly purple form. I'm going to miss it. And in the meantime I'm going to enjoy the little time we have left to spend in that place.
For a hundred and ten years, that building has stood tall and proud. It was once a masonic temple, but people have been dancing there for at least twenty five years. It's a very important part in Toronto history, especially in the punk, metal, and rave scenes. Even my grandmother doesn't want to see the building go.
A lot of times in life, you have to say goodbye to someone or something that you don't want to say goodbye to. I've said a lot of goodbyes in my life, most of them sad ones. What doesn't kill you makes you stronger, or so they tell me. And all the best writers have lived painful lives. In theory, this is good for me. It will give me character, give me new experiences to put into words, but in all reality, it sucks.
If there's someone in your life that you think you'll have to say goodbye to, just try to have one last great moment with them so that when you look back on it that moment will be what you remember of that person. Me, I'm on a mission to create one last great set of memories at the last party at the Big Bop. Wish me luck.
In Toronto, we have quite a lively club scene. For a year and a half, I've been partying at a club called the Big Bop, at all the all ages events I could make it to. It's a pretty grimey, really old building, but it has character and I've come to love it and many of the people that I've met in it over the last year.
The Big Bop is closing at the end of this month. It's becoming a furniture store.
Over the course of this months, my posts may be short, they may be less helpful than my posts in the past. Bear with me. This is an incredibly painful time for me, and I'm going to be spending a lot of time out and about, partying until the end of the Big Bop.
It sucks having to say goodbye to the place I've come to love so much. It hurts to say farewell to its big, ugly purple form. I'm going to miss it. And in the meantime I'm going to enjoy the little time we have left to spend in that place.
For a hundred and ten years, that building has stood tall and proud. It was once a masonic temple, but people have been dancing there for at least twenty five years. It's a very important part in Toronto history, especially in the punk, metal, and rave scenes. Even my grandmother doesn't want to see the building go.
A lot of times in life, you have to say goodbye to someone or something that you don't want to say goodbye to. I've said a lot of goodbyes in my life, most of them sad ones. What doesn't kill you makes you stronger, or so they tell me. And all the best writers have lived painful lives. In theory, this is good for me. It will give me character, give me new experiences to put into words, but in all reality, it sucks.
If there's someone in your life that you think you'll have to say goodbye to, just try to have one last great moment with them so that when you look back on it that moment will be what you remember of that person. Me, I'm on a mission to create one last great set of memories at the last party at the Big Bop. Wish me luck.
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