Welcome to Montreal...

This is just the beginning...


Today as I left work I received a text message from Courtney informing me that her pot seeking antics of the day had proved unsuccessful. I lashed into action bringing down with me a fury of pot locating action! "To the metro I say!"
Down in the metro this guy from my work was hopelessly trying to romance yet another girl from work... Now don't get me wrong, he is definently a nice guys but remember how it goes, "Nice guys always lose." Let's pray that is not the case or both I and he are looking towards a grim horizon... So we get talking I come over to say "Hi" because i genuinely think he's a friendly person and I don't' mind them friendly... It's when they smile too much, those are the ones you gotta watch out for... So we got talking he asked me what was planned for the night,
"Uhhh.. Well I haveta find some pot then go home, maybe smoke it and go to sleep." Now this probably came sounding to him about as interesting as his home made 'vanilla ice cream with smartie' bowls he so thoroughly enjoys on his nights alone in Montreal -- a rather humorous anecdote I must admit.
"There like blizzards or something... but.. cheaper..."
So at his stop on the orange line he invited me to come search for pot near the mountain, where he lives, I obliged thinking something like,
"Hooray! Another party joins the search! We can double our pot seeking efficiency at this rate!!!"
After showing me his house, offering to cook me chicken, getting me some white milk, demoing the CD of the acapella group he's in (he's a bass) and generally more chit chat we resumed the adventure; my hope of success at this point dwindling with the passing minute. Not only did this guy complete my mission (and from preppy kids too!!) he offered to walk me all the way to Atwater so I could catch the night bus home. (probably about a 45 minute walk or more) I was actually having fun with this kid but logic gave way to me catching the last metro home and cutting this strange but suprisingly comfortable meeting to a more abrupt close. We'll have to continue this adventure some other time I think we'll both agree on that.

So I took the last metro home...

At the bus stop I had to wait 20 minutes for my bus and I, as per usual when I have to wait for a long time at the bus stop, busted out my poi. I attracted the attention of a young (my age or slightly older) sketch case, a nice sketch case at that but very pleasantly sketchy. My kind of person, I bathe in sketch. He wanted to try my poi with very little success, not suprising after I learned that he was on day #2 and wanted to borrow my lighter to smoke crack. I lent him the lighter. Nice guy, pleasant but like so many of my meth addicted friends at home, hopelessly addicted to a drug. We talked for 10 minutes and rode the same bus home. We live on the same street and he went on to tell me that he strips at some place in the gay village and I could make over $200 a night. He wasn't pushy or anything just making conversation, I actually enjoyed his company somewhat. I can relate to him oddly enough... He mentioned he had determined I was gay, I asked and he told me he's bi. You'd think I was crazy if I told you how many men here simply have no sexual preference... it's all just sex here. I wished him well, I kinda hope I see him around...

I got home.