when you look back, see the branches, like a pruned bonsai tree, or a forked lightning. If you had done something differently, it wouldn’t be you, it would be someone else looking back, asking a different set of questions. — Max Payne

so it was fucked up day in april when i arrived on earth. unit 2 of 3. it took some time to realize the exact formula to eat chocklate chip cookies on the floor of our basement apartments and then push the koli aside and fall asleep while my mom was waiting on my dad to come home.

i love milk. so that i am punjabi as fuck is in no doubt. my life is a function of how do i eat more milk products.

i was 7- and millwoods was so bad we went to khalistan is having a resurgence but fucking that is safer than millwoods india. punjab.

so when i was enrolled in fucking yadvindra public school on the salary of a remand officer, i never skipped horse riding. because that was not bull shit to me. i didnt survive khalistan rising, i thrived in fighting it back.

they all knew i was fucked. but they also knew i was canadian. so when i walked into the principals office after finding the turban wearing art teaching peeing into windows when girls were changing, i walked in with canadian fucking privilege. that i was 11 ish is of no consequence. the point that is important is he never showed his face in my school again.

so after we got back to edmonton, and a politician got on the mic and shouted “khalistan zindabad” infront of our house i almost fucked up that float. at 16. i grew up in “these streets are burning in gang wars the goras want” millwoods.

i grew up in “we cant call the cops on our men so call aman- hood”

i dont understand personal protective equipment. y use gloves to learn to punch when you want to be able to punch a fucking wall bare knuckle to move it out of the way.

u only need one sikh to fight a fucking army.

im it. game on.