Spryfield is really growing on me. I can wander on down to the Dingle and dangle my ding-a-ling in the northwest arm in about 10 minutes, something that people pay a gorillion dollars to have the pleasure of living next to. I can be downtown in 10 minutes. There's a farm next to the skate park. Since a nice house only costs like 140k here I can be a real hipster, just like I always wanted. Say goodbye to the government-funded NSCAD-grade hipsterdom of the shallow North End; real hipsters make art and reno their houses too, all under their own economic power. My lawn is littered with shitty found sculptures as we speak. Just like my neighbour's lawn is littered with the corpses of Honda Civics (he's challenging conceptions consumerist tropes by exploring the malleability of "planned obsolescence" for his grade 10 thesis). But the final thing is that my neighbour, just like almost everyone else out here, is just genuinely nice as fuck and pleasure to be around. I'm really starting to feel the Spryde. -Spry Gentry