We met in line while waiting at Willy’s for Poutine. You: Donair, and me: Bacon poutine. I showed you mine, you showed me yours. The Penguins won. I got freaked out because my d-bag boyfriend was nearby. He literally showed me during the cab ride home why I should have stayed and talked to you the rest of the night. FUCK! Too late at that point though. Hopefully you see this. —Bacon poutine
This article appears in Apr 13-19, 2017.