My name’s Gabriel… and I’m in my
seventh tenth eleventh (!!) year of recovery from eighteen years of untreated manic depression; in my third fifth year of recovery from ten years of untreated diabetes, and; I’m in my eighteenth twenty-fifth month fourth year of being a father… and now I’m married, with an eight-year old step-son. As of September 6, 2014, I also have a baby boy.
I was born in Montreal and raised across Canada. From birth I’ve had more than fifty addresses.
Since I was thirteen I’ve been a stone picker, farm hand, hunting guide, street punk, daycare manager, bouncer, homeless, large-installation landscaper, photographer, award-winning newspaper columnist and reporter — mostly I covered Internet Privacy Issues. [Relatively] recently I signed my first book deal and have already spent all three pre-published advances on hockey tickets, rent, whole wheat bagels and some very nice towels so consider this my resumé. I’m usually about six feet tall.
My advice to anyone who asks: spend at least three years between high school and university; drink a lot of pure orange juice; learn one song on the accordion; never take nude photos of the woman you love; at least once get really baked on high quality hash, and; for at least a year live somewhere a thousand miles from where you feel safest.
That’s about it. If you leave a mark somewhere I will probably respond, however — being an extreme introvert — that may not always happen. They’ll all be read though, so feel free to leave a comment below or, if you see a need, you can email me here…
Now hire me or I’ll sue.