What if I haven’t been as good a friend or roommate as Gene needs me to be? The guy sees me as family, even as a brother, and I probably haven’t been as there for him as I could be. My own selfishness has gotten in the way most…
This series does indeed still exist. However, I have been behind in it for various reasons that would bore you if I explained them fully right here, right now. This event is actually from a while ago, but you wouldn’t know if I had not told you. So, let’s get…
It was a non descript afternoon. I was just about ready for a good shave when I received a text from Gene. Sounds great to me. I’ll finish what I’m doing and then get at them. In the passing of time Gene comes home and the following conversation happens. G:…
It was a Saturday afternoon, at the beginning of Summer. Gene suggests that we go to his favourite beach place in all of Nova Scotia. It was a nice day. The kind nobody would want to spend inside. So we get in his car. It starts on his second attempt. …
Looks like it’s time to bring this segment back. This one is not so much a story as it is a recommendation. Hey Gene, I find it works better if you put your eggshells into a small bowl when you crack your eggs Then you can easily slide the shells…
I was making supper. The idea for the evening meal was to cook fish, Halibut fillets to be more specific, along with vegetables and a salad to go along with left over rice from the night before. Gene had previously suggested I cook up some noodles to go along with…
It was a Friday night. I was out of the apartment. Whatever I was doing at the time was not nearly as interesting as the story you are about to hear. Remember, this series has always been about Gene. I’m sitting around somewhere and my phone goes off. The following…
The sun is actually shining for once. This is notable because in my other stories it always seems to be overcast and dull. There frequently comes a time in every man’s life where he must shop for groceries. This is about once such time. Gene and I head outside the…
I was working on some things just before lunch when I hear this unearthly scream. “ARRRRRGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH You’ve got to be kidding me!” growled the voice. It was as though the abyss of hell itself had opened up, right there in my kitchen, and a demon had crawled out. I figured…
“Bri!” came the desperate cry from the kitchen. I emerged from my room to see what was the matter this time. Gene was washing dishes, one of his favourite things to do. “You called?” “I thought you were dead!” gasped Gene. This was a new one. I had been sick…