Sunday, July 1, 2007

June 25, 2003

Near disaster when Christine flies to Halifax for her grandmother's memorial and can not attend, and Teresa first forgets the ink, then breaks her gun, leaving me and the witnesses to chill out and wait while cabs fly across Vancouver.

Tetiana on cello helped to keep the atmosphere alive until things got settled.

From family to complete strangers, everyone watched on.

The range of sensation was extreme - from howling in laughter to feeling as though I was being flayed, sometimes within millimetres of each other.

In the end, I was looking forward to the next session, hoping for less hiccups.

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