Sovietdolphin

The last time I went to Doaktown, it would have been roughly in 1999. The provincial election was taking place, and there was a Conservative rally of some kind. I was going with my father.

I remember a ridiculous amount of rain, which was apparently engulfing the whole Maritimes at the time. I met Bernard Lord, and even as a child, I didn’t like him. Hot dogs were served, and we ate them inside a convention centre of some kind. They looked and smelled disgusting compared to the ones I was used to, but my dad forced me to eat them anyway. They sucked ass.

Considering that I no longer eat meat, the fact that one of my only memories of the place is meat – and crappy meat, at that – isn’t a good one. The fact that it was a Conservative rally also doesn’t lend to good memories.

I remember old white guys, many of them fat, and I remember a lot of trees. It all looked dreary and disgusting. I was very happy when I returned home.

Don’t go to that backwater.