Topman Yorkdale, are the masses ready?

A friend of mine called me yesterday to tell me that Topman has come to Toronto! More specifically, Yorkdale Mall. I haven't been there yet but I'm planning to go in a couple of hours and I can't wait. The cold season is just around the corner so we all need to prepare.
I discovered Topman last year during a visit to Manhattan and I was blown away by the styles they had. It reminded me a lot of the clothing that comes out of Korea. If you're looking for something out of the ordinary, a bit bolder and daring, I recommend you check it out. Hopefully they haven't watered down their product for us Canadians though. Either way, I guarantee you that you wont be disappointed.

I love my busted ass Chucks.

I really do.
My chucks are worn. My chucks are beat up. My chucks have seen better days. But these are my chucks. My chucks have character, my chucks have soul, and my chucks have stories to tell.
They have been to top of the Eiffel Tower. They have walked the streets of La Ramblas without missing a beat.  They have skipped along the ancient ball court of Chichen Itza. They have trekked 1.1 mile across the Brooklyn Bridge. They have danced for 3 days and 3 nights straight at the Coachella Valley music festival in Indio, California. They have stood in line for 20 mins, waiting to get the best smoked meat sandwich in the world at Schwartz in Montreal. They have spent countless hours wandering and getting lost in the streets of Toronto. And that, is just the tip of the iceberg.
The time to let them go is coming near and I'm having a hard time dealing with that.

GORGEOUS

I'm a terrible person. I know. Commitment has always been one of my crux's. Whether it be with women, working, or blogging, I can never commit. I am human. I am a machine. I might have A.D.D. I might just not care enough. I don't know.
I'm not sure how long this will last, but I will be making a conscience effort to start posting again because something wonderful happened to me. I can't quite explain it just yet. However, I will say that I have been inspired to create. Pure inspiration. My friend and I refer to it as "the creative mode". The creative mode is a state that must be tapped into before it passes. Like a tide, creativity ebbs and flows. Therefore I will be writing as much as possible until the feeling passes. I want to create things. Wonderful things.

"If you can't live, you dying."

-Raekwon

How many of us are alive? What does it mean to feel life?

I was standing at the edge of an escarpment. As I peered down from the precipice, I could see it all. The country side, the rural roads, the coniferous trees. I felt something creep over my body. A tingling sensation. Like a million little ants crawling over me or the aftermath of a meth binge. Looking up into the sky, vultures circled. That feeling, I can only describe as being alive. To me, that is life.