We were all babies once

And as much as I hate to admit it, most of us were probably on the same continuum of adorable as Godzilla. What happens to us? How is it we can go from being so protected to so wounded?

Of course I know not all little babies are as protected as Godzilla even if they were adorable. I try not to think about it. It's a recipe for futile heartbreak. But sometimes you meet people who it's too brutally obvious didn't get the protection they needed. Alcohol is a helluva drug.

Coming back to Canada is always a little too psychologically over buttered. Maybe that's the real reason I stay away.