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MY LOVE/LOVE, LOVE/HATE, HATE/HATE RELATIONSHIP WITH VICE

MY LOVE/LOVE, LOVE/HATE, HATE/HATE RELATIONSHIP WITH VICE

  On my first winter in Toronto back in '98, I was having a particularly miserable night. It is all well and dandy to prance around with sneakers with holes of them in Sydney, but do the same thing in Toronto in -10, and your feet quickly turn into iceblocks. There are very few things, except some drug combinations and certain personalities, that turn me into a surly asshole - but frozen feet made a quick job of it. The funny thing was, I was walking around drinking imported Japanese beers and smoking Cuban cigars - all bought by my welfare cheque. For some reason over there you can get imported...

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