Recording my third music album in Berlin and it turned out to be the best of all records I have done so far in my life.

Getting ready to graduate college, and help build a better world…

Things did not go as planned.

I learned this trick where if I sold mortgages as a bundle deal, they would be considered less risky than if I were to sell those mortgages separately. It tuns out I could just keep doing this and make a ton of money and there was absolutely no downside!

I think I was fresh off my divorce and in my man-whore era. Owned my own house. Had lots of friends and played a lot of roleplaying games. Lots of World of Warcraft.

I guess I’d say I was at peak personal freedom. I had money, time, and minimal responsibility. It felt awesome. Then apparently you were born and fucked it all up.

Kidding. Things were cool for a good while. Few years later got bit by the bug to settle down and have kids of my own, which was a big transition to a different kind of enjoying life. Lots of good memories from 2007. If I could go back in time and live my life over starting at any point, that’s probably about when I’d choose.

I was sailing the North Atlantic and being black out drunk while ashore. I think I had a couple port visits in the states, but mostly just patrols of Canadian waters

I graduated highschool in 2007.

I was burning CDs off of mp3’ I downloaded, someone taught me how to use IRC (internet relay chat). I had a lot of NoFx, and was really getting into Punk music from the 90s. I spent a lot of time downloading/seeding music. I had an old computer I can still visualize.

Internet dating was brand new, and I dipped my toe in. We would have parties with 10-15 people, and played beer pong with beer in the cups, not water, I learned kings cup, and shortly after refused to play it… but we also played cards a lot, five card stud/draw and Rummy. My group loved card games, we’d play Bullshit and Spoons while wasting late into the night.

For a time, I was going with some buddies Friday nights to the capital city, where they’d have car races, and then we’d be chased away by cops. Not my scene, but it was sort of fun.

Weed wasn’t legal and obtaining it was not difficult but more expensive. I paid $60 for an 1/8 for the good stuff, $40 an 1/8 for the shit stuff. Today, there is no shit stuff, least I haven’t seen it in over a decade. We made a giant bong out of a water cooler jug, that summer, attaching hoses and gas mask pieces. It took a half to fill the bowl on it, and when we woke up the next morning, the chamber still jad smoke. Ten people, and we couldn’t clear it. We used to have “smoking apparatus” competitions. We’d set 20 mins, and you can only use what was in the house to make something to smoke out of. Then see what people came up with.

We’d go swimming and (lol a lot a weed, we were always trying to find place to smoke the more interesting the better) we’d stick joints and lighters into dry empty bottles and swim with it out to the docks at midnight and smoke under moonlight. One time, my brothers friend was on the junior police force or something, and we were at the lake after hours, and he rolled up and hit is siren he had intalled in his geo. We buried the blunt in the sand :( only to find out it was him. Aye those days.

One night we stayed up and played the longest game of mario party of all time. Nearly 18 hours of mario party, on an old game cube. We set the turn limit to max and just didnt sleep.

But we we’re always hanging out with folks. I was a social reject and still had good people always around. There are no pictures really and definitely no videos from that time, only memories. We didn’t bring phones with us out to the dock, we didn’t post about our adventures. I had a lot of fun. We did some cringe shit, I remember telling my brother’s friend, who I wasn’t physically attracted to, that I wanted to fuck his mind, like I think back, like girl, what are you doing, and laugh. So much cringe shit, but it didn’t matter, and tbf, I meant it in that moment. We often spoke about existential stuff and discussed weird philosophy of 18 year olds trying to find their place and values. I read old books. I still read 100 year old books. We talked about ideas, a lot, while stoned.

Went to college shortly after, got a job, learned my tolerance with alcohol, and yeah.

2007 was an interesting year for sure, I’m only sharing what I did in my free time, which was hang out with buddies, with no cares.

In 2007 I left everything and everyone I knew behind, and moved to another country across the ocean

Runescape

My son was 3 and I had recently made the decision to be a stay at home dad. So parks, play dates, and household chores! He’s now in college and I’m working that 40 hour grind and reflect on these as some of my best memories!

Eating mushrooms with the homies in the woods instead of going to prom. Zero regrets, would do it again.

The company I was working for went bankrupt (part of the mobile phone market disruptions that latter also killed off Nokia) and I had to find a new job.
Moved near my hometown, a few months later meeting my now wife.
Eventful times for me! 🙂

I can’t recall anything in particular - I was working, I had a dog… But I had a look at a “what’s in my bag” photo I took that year, and it included a cheque book, a diary, a Nokia phone, a Palm Pilot, an MP3 player, a compact digital camera and a portable radio. All of which have been superseded by one single device. Amazing.

Gettin’ tortured by my family for the gay, leaving home as a minor, learning to steal, learning how good a liar I could be, losing every person place and pet I loved for the first of several times. Sleeping in a lot of unusual places.

I was probably drunk

I got engaged 🥰