Just sayin'

"Watch out! It's coming right for you!"

Montreal, where I live, was hit by some pretty harsh weather last week. Well, not harsh by Montreal standards but still pretty ridiculous. As is usually the case, snow storms lead to icy conditions on the sidewalks. Normally, the city will send out its army of high school dropouts making $60 000 a year to salt the ice. However, Montreal has elected to put abrasive gravel down in some neighbourhoods. Problem is, gravel sucks; it doesn't work. As I walked home from work today, it came as no surprise to me that Westmount, a white upper class borough, was a breeze to navigate while Notre Dame de Grace (NDG=No Damn Good), a racially diverse and working class neighbourhood with a reputation for crime, was a wintery urban hellscape.

Just sayin'

The Prodigal Buddha has Returned!

Greetings Kids,


I hope everyone had a great summer. My summer was very interesting and one of immense personal change. I have moved out of my hometown of Toronto to beautiful Montreal in order to start my graduate studies in English. I've never been more excited/terrified. Anyway, I know no one particularly wants to hear about my personal life but I thought y'all would enjoy this little tidbit from my first week in Montreal.


I thought you'd enjoy this tidbit from my life. So, I was walking home late at night after having a few drinks with an old friend from high school whom I hadn't seen in years. Now, my neighbourhood is very nice but it has a certain criminal element that I love because it livens things up a little and gives me oodles of street cred that otherwise I would go without. My neighbourhood is called Notre Dame de Grace aka N.D.G. aka No Damn Good.

Anyway, like I was saying, I was walking home and I decided to cut through a dark alley for some reason. So, I'm strutting around like I own the town feeling pretty proud that I'm assimilating so well to my new surroundings. Then, as I round the corner onto my street I walk headlong into the handsome gentleman pictued below:


Yes, that is a grown man with a skull tattooed on his face. Needless to say, I promptly crapped my pants. The pants crapping was then followed by a fear induced vomit. After I scampered home like a little girl, I was on the internet and came across a list of the "10 of the Most Insanely-Modified Human Beings in the World." This skull faced gentleman, who lives in Montreal, was listed as #4. Weird, eh? I still have nightmares.
Anyway, I hope enjoyed that tale of my cowardice. Come back for some more posts.