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  • Under the Glittering Monocle, a Bruised Eye

    By Tim Bowling

    Did you grow up moneyed? Parents in the professions, perhaps? Maybe you grew up in the neighbouring town to mine – in Tsawwassen, British Columbia, where the bored kids of the rich threw house-wrecking house parties, committed break-and-enter for kicks, sniffed cocaine off pool tables and beside swimming pools, cruised into my hometown to pick fights and call us trash. MORE >