Hi guys. It’s me again. My blog traffic has been snowballing I keep telling you, so now I gotta feed the monkey and be somewhat consistent with my bullshit here like I can even recall what I said last, the rich content (images/youtube) blerh blah. I have two lives. I have two names. Can you blame me?

As I turn the page on to part two of my life now that I am back in Toronto, with new eyes. It feels pretty cool. December was hella stressful, a lot going on and January is only phase II of crazytown for your hero. Lots of changes this month as well. I have several ongoing projects alongside clients, new gigs and things to do, see, endorse, show up to and so on, and the social media correspondences that never. seem. to. fucking. end. I am snapping on a few of my elite fans lately and being gifted sweet merciful karma in the forms of obsessive compulsive texting messaging me relentlessly dept. and my patience has been beyond tested. I also have a psychotic stalker who talks about me to herself all day long (libelously!) in a messageboard as well as subtweets me and emulates everything about me while bashing me obsessively. I’ve just super had enough.

It was a struggle to communicate hey I am on vacation in Detroit LEAVE ME ALONE I was anxious about returning to Toronto to this shitstorm of people just wanting to drag me into their lives again, their drama. I still plan to not be a part of it like fuck I’m busy let me work. I designed my own life please let me live it.

Despite all my rage I’m still just a whatever in a something. Moving along now! I bought the three ding dongs these hats. Mom said I left mine in Oakville godsarnit!

I am excited about my shift today at Swan Dive I am blogging my nerves out here as well as just blogging for the joy of it. Blogging is great for your metabolism because it can be stressful asf especially when you are squeezing it between doing other shit on your list.

Bloody Mary bar. Not called a caesar bar like I inish thought. Bloody Mary is American. It goes down to the differences in our tomato juice, so stupid, who cares!!?!?

Wasn’t in drinking mood too bad. You get a glass of vodka from the bar and off you go to town here. Click to enlarge.

One of my ratchet looks. Funeral procesh went by. Sad. Crushed a burg in a min. Happy.

I want to become a better dancer. I will become a better dancer. Dancing at the bar is gonna be tight. Maybe Babysitting Money (one of my dj alter-egos) will get to spread their wings and soar.

Am probably wearing that little wee green number tonight. I will be a human jungle. Oh lawrdy.

When the neighbours are completely brilliant too and you are like is this even real.

RSSR wanted me in these glasses from day one. I wear a lot of specs. I have a thing about the bridge part of the nose being too wide, too much for my nose. Anyway I like how this photo turned out okay I am not always right.

Bruv that passport has been around the block and then some.

This is a mod trench. feeeeeeeeeeling it.

It was so good. I still ate a bag of chips afterward. I just love American chips. I want it I eat it the end.

Like the Slave for you Britney spears video pink thong over her jeans you know I already tried it on like that as well the first night when they showered gifts on me and I was beginning of trip skinny. One of my favourite gifts thank you!

We support this Pure Detroit store all the time.

To be continued… see you later!

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Hey bros! On Saturday evening in Detroit we went out to Antietam on Gratiot Avenue for some amazing french cuisine. Sometimes, you just got to treat yoselves!

Behind me is the Masonic Temple. The largest in the world. That is where we partied for Theatre Bizarre. Masons get that playground for themselves whenever they want. Awesome.

We love eating at the bar.

Doorknob taps. Reminds me of 1049 Cedar Grove blvd.

Gal got great style.

Beet tart with creme fraiche and arugula salad mmmm.

This french resto was so old world down the the bathroom fixtures so gangster. I adored the bar of soap on that spindle hello little house on the prairie. We made friends with these nice older chicks (sister-in-laws having a girl’s weekend) and they showed me footage of that hot air balloon festival and it was bananas like a Sony Bravia Ad. They loved me. Just saying.

We dined on oxtail (gamey, weird?) and steak tartar (I love it).

Yum as hell. I am looking fwd to my fancy train meal later on #spoiled yet again. Bittersweetly so.

Some interesting backstory here no doubt.

The restaurant is beside this mural, more or less. Love it.

A lot of beautiful murals by great artists about the area. The art scene is booming in Detroit “I know things”.

Detroit Tigers, guy!

This Cliff Bells joint was a mighty amazing trip through time. Detroit is a new culture to me, I forget this at times but then I go to a place like Cliff Bells and I immediately remember I ain’ts in Toronto no mo and I friggin’ diggit.

We thought we spied a famous basketball player of course no idea or clue who or what team but the place just has this kind of magic dazzle and quality to it where stars go to hear jazz and blues. I am very blessed and fortunate to have been given a tour of Detroit and seen a lot of record studios, last living legends play live music here and learn the complete history of this sacred musical ground. I was not expecting this post to turn in to a rock review but there you have it. I saw Dennis fucking Coffey last night. Don’t even get me started. I’ll have to come back here and finish. This trip was an inspiration voyage for sure. It’s great for my book.

Love. Also last night at Northern Lights Lounge (Diana Ross’ stomping grounds and not the bathroom seen above/Motown Records is around the corner also) the owner Michael remembered me. Said, hey you, from Toronto – you’re the leggy one. Last night was tight.

Saturday night was also epic. Hadn’t gone out a lot this trip because we were nursing Lizzy’s ear post-surgery (long story) so a lot of indoor Netflix and eating plus computers. Above, Sam Fazio nailed it. He also was interesting as hell to watch because he showed no emotion whatsoever which then made him seem very emotional to me. Stoic? Intense and vacant. You know I like that shit. I patted him on the back during a break in the set and said blah blah you’re great he nodded, I wasn’t an apparition to the guy and thankfully I stopped myself from informing him he was wooden AF emotionally as a performer and left it at that.

The Detroit Opera house is now an indoor parking lot. A casualty of the Detroit economy bullshit. This is a picture of it on Lizzy’s phone from googling it, we didn’t go inside although I would have loved to see that with my own eyes. Imagine parking your car beneath the most ornate ceiling you ever did in your lifetime. Speechless. I saw the exterior facade, however. This is all downtown Detroit proper.

I have to find where those glasses are before I leave today ha ha.

BYE.

Brunch babies.

Going through a lot of these now.

So much more later xo.

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THEATRE BIZARRE INSTALLMENT No.4 no?

Broom broom lets go.

It just never ends does it. There will even be more in another post after this oh w/e carry on wayward son.

Lizzy ordered these and they arrived the day after Theatre Bizarre was over LOL.

We wore them over to the wine bar and that was about it. I have a comedy bit about the wine bar fyi.

Fun idea me! RSSR did my minx tat I was like stay in the lines bruh!

Can you imagine being in a full body latex outfit?

It says UNHOLY between your heads. Hmm.

Good times!

Not to make you conceited but costume win, bow to the kweeeeeeeen.

Ding dong don’t GAF tho. (give a fuck to the old people ur welcome).

Gorgeous Masonic Temple WHAT.

Do you see the level of costumes? I have an insane batch Lizzy sent me ready to go but I’m not opening that folder because my brains will explode.

This guy lunged at me and scared me, not really but you know so I was like okay so it’s on now.

Unicorns are hard to find.

Love this goddamn shot.

Hot mess. Feather sighting. Pink paint Mad Max Warriorette was here.

Babe Asylum brunch breakout okay I am just writing nonsense here people who cares.

Dully’s is the best.

Spooky emo rando.

Michigan Ave.

I’ve hit the wall now. time for a T-O!

XOXO RAYMBO

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Hey tiger. I always wanted an industrialized portrait like a teen runaway model, such as this. Boy I have a way with words. I am trying to “give more” here okay please, will you just!

I love collaborating with these two. We have another project on the go after this and I won’t spoil it so don’t ask. Okay it’s a video. But that’s all you get so quit asking.

Two words: these shoes. Great wardrobe costuming Lizzy. I lucked out eh.

Sorry this post is a day late but who’s the boss here? I am.

“Samantha!!!!” (Can actually do Tony’s voice perfectly, ask me if you see me IRL).

How about this top hat right? How about seeing someone wearing it riding around their apartment on their bicycle? We went down the rabbit hole madhatter perhaps? Oh, artists. Am I right? I am. I always am.

The majority and basically only work Reggie did to altering or cleaning up these photos was just covering up my bruises. I crashed my bike before I went to Detroit. I was coasting on one peddle then decided to hit the brakes for some awful reason and toppled over but don’t worry, 20 people on the starbucks patio in liberty village saw it. I have never seen my facebook crowd so happy to hear this news before. So anyway these are my flawless Mariah Carey shiny legs. Thanks Reg.

When we pulled up to the Fisher body plant I spied this tire so after the shoot up on the roof during sunset and beyond I was like, “I am so funny. I am going to push this tire down the street.” So I did. Then Reggie made me get on it and I was not into it because I’ve rolled an ankle before and it is NOT fun. I got over being a wimp and we did some tire pedestal magic.

Now with hat. I watched Straight Outta Compton the night prior, so.. I might be Ice Cube now.

Sick opening track (one of).

You bet my hands were dirty after that.

Couldn’t resist. Sometimes it is true. But I think I am so addicted to my facebook feed and snooping on the lives of others that I actually LOVE people. We can talk about this later.

Not to expose the trick but when you shoot from below you get to look way taller.

Prepare yourselves for a racy one meow….

Trying to make some pot of gold leprechaun joke here.

Lizzy likes this one.

No lying but am I entering my Mariah Carey phase? Naw. It’s my Amy Schumer phase. Bitch I’m hilar. She gets away with what I have been doing for years and trying to get away with but never did. Well guess what? It’s “mah tahm now.”

I could have gotten my hair profesh done but I was too bagged my last day to get it together and go. Regretsy. Looks neat here tho. I am Aslan of Narnia.

Getting a little stretch in there. As we age it’s important to stay limber. See how I be rockin’ the big D hat? I grabbed it as a last second thing and glad I did.

Okay um we’re almost done for now. Saving all the rest for another post I don’t want to overwhelm y’all too much.

See you tomorrow with part two of Detroit. xo rlw (missed you).

It’s so hard to stop posting pics lol. I have a ton on my camera from brunch at the Whitney. Beautiful times.

I will not dispute the above charges on my person. okay x-oh for real tho!

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