the jason turner project presents
a Vinegar comic
by  Jason  Turner




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Over a hearty breakfast I thought
I would like to be in a band so
I could do a cover of the medley song
from Abbey Road.

For quite some time I would only listen to certain cds while Manien and I ate breakfast.


Beatles
Abbey Road

Music that was pleasant enough for half–asleep listening.


Hefner
We Love the City

Mostly British for some reason.


Badlydrawnboy
Hour of Bewilderbeest

Life was easier not having to think too hard about what to listen to at that time of day.


Billy Bragg
and Wilco

Mermaid Avenue
volumes I and II

The question of what my band would play was and is irrelevant.

as I can play no instrument and am too self–conscious to sing.




It was the first day of the Film Festival.

Manien and I had Day Passes,
meaning we could see as many movies as we wanted
as long as they started before five o'clock.



Our first movie was at 10am.

It was a documentary about John Cassavetes,
chosen largely because it was playing at the Cinematheque
just down the street from our apartment.



I found a pleasant nostalgia
in the smell of urinal pucks.



It turned out we had missed some
crucial information in the movie schedule.



So we watched a few hours
(including the mesmerizing Peter Falk)
then ducked out during the intermission.



Grabbed some fries, more coffee.

and hopped on a bus out to the Ridge for our next movie, the Detektor.





We arrived early and took a relaxing stroll
around the quiet neighbourhood.


It was the furthest I'd been
from the West End in ages.



Unfortunately I had misread the schedule.
There was no afternoon show at the Ridge.


Undeterred, we flew back downtown
to catch a French movie called Night Shift.





The relentless humiliation and emasculation
of its main character
made me very uncomfortable.



There was a bigger crowd for our last movie of the day
the Princess and the Warrior
by the makers of Run Lola Run.



We had Japanese food for dinner.



The place we ate at was where I first had Japanese food.



It was with Manien on our first sort of date.


The first time I had sushi was also with Manien.

We were on a beach, on our way to a movie.


It was sushi she made herself.



Despite the pleasant day,
I felt bummed out when Manien and I got home.

Our work schedules were in conflict
over the next few days.



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