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THE PAST TWO WEEKS

So much time has gone by since I sat down and wrote something for me. The Spring Equinox has passed, The Third Issue launched and Baby Sis came to town. There was a could-be-SERIOUS accident and sev-eral triumphs. I continue to be inspired by those who surround me with guidance and rich benevolence that I can't imagine the world any different than the one I occupy. Thesis surprises me, a commission gives me pocket change and the weather whether wether whatever.

No day but today

Been marching to school everyday since March 1, YESTERDAY IT WAS 12 DEGREES! Dope meetings, free lunch, commission central! First day I marched home too. 10k in a tshirt and it felt bloody amazing. I LOVE EVERYTHING BOP BOP BOP!

MARCH 11

MARCH BOY!!!

Strange lights in the sky west queen west n parkdale time. Started this morning just a spot in the sky on my walk past lindsey to school at nine. The thoughts of airplanes burning gas hot cold dry adam sees this sight develop from mine.

The walk to work was good for me with the spring sunshine air horizon I thought of think tank and thesis and theft. The waste of wealth and the world and we.the.people.

(((Lewis Nicholson: Wealth is wasted on the wealthy.)))

(((Jordan Charles Bowden: Life is wasted on the living.)))

I thought about my rights, the things any other person who lives around me is entitled to, and how it can pay off. There are many luxurious benefits to succeeding within the system. Why would I waste that opportunity? Why would I deprive myself the benefit of such luxuries when I know for a fact that they will not exist in the future? Its the leading excuse to a succeeding generation that refuses to be known as Men and Women but wishes to remain as children. The last real grownups defeated the nazis only to become nazis themselves and now they're all dead so we continue to live as they do until the next big boom.

What the fuck do I care its Wednesday!!!

In like a Lion

D-RAW comes down!!!!

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March starts with the lion and the lamb snowice with sunshine meltingrivers at trinity 99JUMP!66 Monday March 1, the notice maybe goodbye parkdale either way hello housemates set a course bross and the peachka ((engage)) Meetings today yamahama mamma music march student issues 12 POINT?! THIS IS SUCH A DISASTER! No, I will not do it. Cool it, then the enterprise came down and my credit is spared 200 big ones. DIVADIVADIVADIVADIVA. This patriots golden with and without vancouver but loved it riiiiiight? CA-NA-DA say it again now!

NI-eh-gRA (10 out of 10)

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The americans, more or less, have cleared out of Niagara Falls. In fact, much of the city is deserted in the blowing snow. We park under the tallest phallic tower downtown.

Frozen in the opposite season, I am drawn to the experience the second round. The falls smack me in the face. The same way the stained glass light at the Oratory slapped me on Monday. Thursday is a lucky day for Sagittarians.

Closer I can't stop taking pictures like the few crazy Japanese tourists out braving the wind snow here comes March lookouts and oh my there was even a lone mallard swimming watch for that drop off little buddy! but winter stabs and on we go back up the hill in its wind face turn left wind turn left again wind face turn left again casino time to. Gamble. Drink. Eat.

Travel companions came out on top. I lost 5 ((loser))
BUT A SERIOUS GOOD TIME!

JE M'APPELLE TORONTO:; and montreal closure

SET A COURSE EAST BERING 110 MARK 104 SPEED 120 KILOMETERS PER SECOND ENGAGE! MONTREAL STARTED FINE AND DANDY SUGAR CANDY GOOD KIDS IN THE BACK ME AND BEAUTY MA IN THE FRONT (SHE WAS HUNGOVER, AGAIN) BUT WE GOT THERE IN GOOD TIME YA YA YA.
DAY TWO: I MOVE THE CAR FROM MCGILL TO VERDUN. TURN LEFT FROM SHERBROOK ONTO PEEL !!!!BAAAM!!!! WEEWOOWEEWOOO RED N BLUE LIGHTS. IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE SO EEEAASSSY. "YOU TURNED LEFT AT A STRAIGHT OR RIGHT TURN ONLY INTERSECTION." "OH SORRY. I'M NOT FROM HERE." "I'LL NEED YOUR DIVER LICENSE." $154 TICKET, NO WARNING, NO POINTS LOST. HE DRIVES OFF. THEY ARE THE SAME EVERYWHERE EXCEPT IN QUEBEC WE CALL THEM "COCHONS" BLEW MY QUEBEC CITY BUDGET. TAKE MY FUCKING MONEY MONTREAL, JUST TAKE IT. HIGHLIGHT 1: THE ARTHURS. DAY TWO POST TICKET TRAUMA. GABRIELLE HAS ME IN, I MEET HER MAN ERIC HATCH, ANOTHER MARITIME-QUEBECOIS HYBRED. THEIR NEW SON/BASSAD HOUND LOMEZ, HE HAD SUCH LOVE. Also amazing dinner night three at Gabrielles parents; Marie-anne and Kevin Arthurs. Chouder, salad, salmon on lentils, red wine, banana splits, maple tea and the hockey game.
MONTREAL STILL HAS A BETTER SUBWAY SYSTEM.SARA AND I THE BEFORE THE ONE NIGHT WE WENT OUT TO A CHILDRENS BIRTHDAY PARTY WHERE I DISCOVERED THAT I AM OLDER THAN WATER AND UNABLE AND UNINTERESTED IN DRINKING ANYMORE.



DAY 4 HIGHLIGHT? I attempted something new in addition to something old. I knew I had to cut my losses and get out of there. Things weren't working. Montreal turned out not to deserve the pedestal on which I had placed it.

To escape I climbed the steep snowy face of Mount Royal. A serious hill in the centre of the island. After pulling myself through the snow packed stair cases which rose above the downtown highrises, I reached the climax and the sun came out.

I pushed north west towards the cemetaries, from there I discovered a great dome on the horizon. A dome I recognized and remembered as Saint Josephs Oratory, a place I had visited on my first trip to Montreal.


I climbed the staircase on the outside, got to the top and found the main entrance out of order. "Prochaine porte" a sign said. Through the next door way, after climbing the real mountain and the great staircase outside, an escalator was revealed. Then another. All the way up to the Basillica, automated escalators, after all that.

Weirded out, I pressed on. I had come this far. I made it to the main entrance to the sanctuary, I pushed inside to give it to God.

It was silent and enromous and smelled like aged concrete. It commanded your immediate attention. I slowly walked up the main aisle, trying to be quite in my big rubber boots. About three quarters up the way to the alter, !!!!!BAAAAAAMMMM!!!!! RED N BLUE LIGHTS The sun smacked me in the face with considerable force, through the huge stained glass windows above. I definitly felt it. It was time to leave Montreal. It was official.
I left the Oratory and headed for the Metro. On the way I passed Montreals version of Jameson Avenue. Degenerate buildings with for lease signs quaintly named, in this case for flowers. DINNER WITH SARA Then the next morning I got into the car and drove 5 hours home, all on my own. The drive was peaceful and at the end; roaring down the Gardiner Expressway through the core of my town gave me a new sense of belonging and reaffirmed my lessons learned. MONTREAL 2010