Static’s second issue, First Times in Toronto, is out October 20th. So to celebrate, over the month, you’ll get to know the contributors of the issue through some of their first times in Toronto.

His name is Matthew Daniel Bressan, but only on paper. Most folks call him Matti; it’s shorter and you can dot the i with cute shit. He drinks like a fish, smokes like chimney and dresses like your grandpa. He makes money by writing advertisements for corporate fat cats but his true passion is his weirdo little doodles as seen in the first issue (and upcoming issue) of Static Zine. When he grows up he wants to be established with a nice piece of property, a bread-winning husband, and the kind of respect earned through fear from the other moms on the PTA. For now it’s all just big fat burritos and tattoos in between creative writing binges and traveling anywhere he can blend in.

First time I felt like Toronto was home was when i was born there.

First job was the miserable chocolate factory. no oompa-loompas, just a cranky old man and his bitter wife. i often fell asleep working the production line and ruined dozens of batches of chocolates.

First house was temporary, like all 15 of my homes.

First favourite neighborhood was one i never lived in.

First concert was Gwen Stefani, nosebleeds at the ACC. i was a late bloomer.

First bar/club I went to i got too drunk to remember its name.

First favorite book: Virgin Suicides by Jeffery Eugendies

First kiss was not worth remembering.

First heartbreak was never an issue.

First time I stayed up all night was talking to fellow Static contributor Adriana Rolston at a slumber party.

First time I went to the islands i found a new oasis.

If I had a last day in Toronto, I would eat a big fat burrito. make it as spicy as possible please.