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Making Grown Men Cry Since 1992
I am walking in the grassy median at dusk downtown in a Canadian city. I am in my underwear. I take a wrong turn and find myself in a private home at flower club meeting. Because of my inappropriate attire, I am quickly shown the sliding glass door and I’m out on the street again. Nevertheless, I have managed to escape a bad guy by throwing my voice into a wall heater and sneaking around a corner.