The Bullhorn of SILVER BROWN

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Chapters Three and Four of SILVER BROWN (which are actually the fourth and fifth chapters respectively, the first chapter being designated Chapter Zero – if you’ve ever studied computer science you’ll get it) are presently being showcased on my Twitter feed. From now until August 10, give or take. One page at a time.

I change the pinned tweet on my feed frequently, and have been doing so for years. When I unleash one of these chapters upon an unsuspecting Twitterverse, I do that by pinning a new tweet to my feed every day at the crack of dawn – a task I don’t even have to roll my ass out of bed to accomplish, thanks to those newfangled smartphone thingies (what a time to be alive!). A never-seen-before brand spankin’ new page is unveiled to the world in said pinned tweet, always in correct sequential order in relation to the previous day’s page, so the fine folks at home can read along. And indeed, they do. Whatever you throw out into the Twitterverse will inevitably get read by somebody, even if it sucks.

Forgive me if I sound like I’m tooting my own horn, but there’s been a sharp uptick in my Twitter followership in the last week. We’re not exactly talking the kind of numbers following the likes of [insert name of current pontiff or flavour-of-the-month pop star or K-pop band here], but it’s indubitably a larger-than-usual increase over the number of followers I had from the previous week. I’ll take that as an indication that at least some people out there are amused as fuck.


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The Journey of SILVER BROWN

Hamilton

I spent some quality time in my old stomping grounds during the Canada Day weekend, revisiting a city that was my hometown for seven years. Seven years spanning a period in my life when I was a big-time lush. But it wasn’t spirituous beverages that brought me to Hamilton this time. All the bars in this city I frequented way back when have long since been demolished by the economic tsunami that hit the planet back in 2008, with the exception of two. One of those two was forced to close its doors because the building itself had been condemned – a turn of events that was completely unrelated to the recession. The city eventually had the property converted to a parking lot; I remember part of me died the day they brought in the bulldozers. The other actually survived that nasty storm and is still in operation to this day, but only because they sold their mortal soul and consented to becoming a miserable shadow of their former self.

Lack of historic watering holes aside, it’s always an interesting experience to return to a city you once inhabited after being away for a number of years, just to see how things have changed. Indeed, Hamilton has changed. A bit. Several businesses have predictably changed hands since I last set foot here. The downtown skyline is a little more manhattanized than it used to be. The new city buses are sleek and sexy as all shit, and handily beat the hell out of those boxy canary-yellow jobs that are presently being phased out. For a split second, I could have sworn they also got rid of the statue of Sir John A. Macdonald that stands on the eastern flank of Gore Park, but that turned out to be little more than a cannabis-induced paranoid reverie.


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In that simpler and quainter period of human history when everybody was fully convinced that Dubya would reign as Worst President Ever until the end of time, glass condo towers like this would have been considered very un-Hamiltonian. But no longer. Shit changes.

Whilst out on Sunday morning reacquainting myself with The Hammer (also nicknamed Steeltown, The Birthplace of Tim Hortons or The Armpit of Canada, that last nickname mostly used by stuck-up latté-sipping types from Toronto who for whatever reason think wheat gluten is a deadlier substance than Agent Orange), I came upon this street sign, and took a picture. This is where my main character’s surname ultimately came from. I guess I can say that publicly without getting sued.


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The Bullhorn of SILVER BROWN

The Long-Awaited Interview of SILVER BROWN

Here it is, folks. The interview. Turns out it’s not an actual podcast, but an export of the original Skype video chat session, uploaded to YouTube. So you can actually see my face in this. I guess I’ll end up losing some of that Led Zeppelin-esque mystique I was originally going for when I started these writing endeavours, but I enjoyed myself in the process of losing it. In the end, that’s all that matters.

A special shout-out goes to Fanshawe College for the use of their wi-fi. I could have easily done this interview at home, but my apartment is very bare-bones and plain, completely devoid of any kind of furniture. I figured one of the study lounges on campus would have made for a more visually appealing backdrop, to say nothing of the fact that said study lounges have plenty of comfortable chairs to sit on. That, and I wasn’t sure what kind of dirty looks I would get from my roommates.