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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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