Day: January 16, 2007

It’s snowing. My shoes are salty and ruined. And my bike is in storage. Complete contents of one (1) Supreme scatter-weave backpack in olive green, because I can: Nalgene bottle three copies of McClung’s wrinkled and torn A-section and crossword from the Toronto Star one battered reporter’s notebook one tattered RSU-issued agenda, with miscellaneous notes,…