You know those vapour trails in the sky? The ones left by meandering airliners five miles above your head? They’re chem-trails, man; they’re trying to fry the synapses right out of your brain, leaving you vulnerable and fresh for the harvesting. It’s all a conspiracy—aliens, the gubbermint, CanWest Global; they’re all in cahoots, man. It’s … Continue reading They’re After You, Toronto