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Kevin Wilson, the object of ridicule, was an odd fellow
that went on to write some kind of column for the Windsor Star about
working on the line in an auto factory. Or was that Toronto's
Now magazine? Who knows, who cares. Wilson
generally wrote good copy for The Lance but he had this very odd
need to be up in everyone's business. I remember once I was writing a love
letter to my girlfriend at The Lance on a computer. I got up to go
to the washroom. However, not the type who wants to leave some hot 'n'
intellectually steamy love letter up on a screen, I saved the document and
closed the file. When I came back, Kevin was booting up the file to read
what I had written. I guess he was expecting me to do number two and take a
bit longer in the loo. I dunno.
I think Vic Formosa was this other weird guy who also
used to hang around The Lance. Unlike Kevin, Vic never turned in
articles. I think Vic was a slow learner and was placed at The Lance
by Catholic Family Services to learn computer skills. Vic looked like a guy
straight out of The Sopranos. Someone who was very good at swinging a
pipe and not much else. He had this very gangsterish way about him. Vic was
generally uninspired by the jobs we gave him until he discovered the laser
printer and DTP software. Vic quickly realized he could use the DTP
hardware to make up fake business cards. Vic typeset two cards, one
claiming he was a talent scout for a modeling agency. The other claiming he
was a buyer for a international diamond
consortium. Vic's plan was to keep these cards in his wallet and hand them
out to women he was trying to pick up at clubs.
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