How I love it when Montreal is covered in a layer of SLUSH. People seem to avoid the outdoors at all costs, including of course, us miserable people who are forced to take public transport, how I wish I had a gas guzzling, carbon emitting car in this city...
Anyway, as I sat inside Snowdon metro, awaiting a friend, I read Lord of the Flies, minding my own business. As the weather did not permit people to stay outside, a variety of individuals trickled into the lobby.
Within a few pages of my book, I was being offered an orange by what I could only guess was a homeless man. An orange. Where the hell did he get it? Why is he giving it to me? After I declined his generous offer, he forgot about the orange and found interrest in a bag of Tostitos sticking out of the garbage, empty except for those crumbs that stick in the corners.
A few pages later, these really GANGSTER white kids (well..maybe 15 years old but..hey I can get into bars legally now, I can call them kids HA) enter, the really cool guy in the lead with a cigarette. Oh yes, how cool are you with your 'top', as the french kids say. I mean, I'm all for live and let live, but when someone comes into the metro lobby, SMOKING into my face, I do not appreciate, not one bit.
Something I noticed, as I lowered the volume of my new fetish band Temper Trap, was that a lot of people, especially the younger crowd, spoke with the weirdest of french accents in Montreal. Am I the only one that finds it very...poser-ish?
This is the excitement of Snowdon metro at midnight, check it out.
