To be twenty in Montreal is a swift kick in the ass. This city is a beautiful woman with the softest skin and the greenest eyes I've ever seen. Thanks to Chris for putting us up last minute as we trudged the dirt of Mont Royal around his apartment and tried to kick our acid highs. Last night Le Barfly was packed with a crowd of people from all over Canada and we drank and smoked on a balcony that was surrounded by eight brick walls. Mark and Matt and I climbed to the top of a condemned building; 822 Sherbrooke means something to someone and now it means something to me. We pulled up to St Laurent and St Viateur, she smiled, she waved, and said "welcome to the heart." Thank you gorgeous, you are beautiful, and I'll see you again sometime soon.
Love,
The Wild Dogs.
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