>Dear Calgary,
I like you, I really do. We struggled in our relationship at first. I didn’t know what I wanted and that confused you, I get that. We worked through our trouble and for the past couple of months we’ve been great. Really great, in fact. But this weekend, you changed. I feel like I don’t even know who you are anymore. I didn’t know if you are mad at me or what, but I’ll make this short and sweet. September 15th. -5 degrees. Snow. I don’t know what I did to deserve this. Is it because I loved another? Los Angeles, meant nothing. It was a fling. You are my home now and you can’t continue to treat me like this. I’m willing to forgive you, but I have a hard time forgetting. You better be working on a Chinook.

We’ll talk more later


Mike Morrison

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