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Then you're done! Finally.

According to my father, everything went adequately. My ex, of course, was present to supervise the work. My property seem at first glance, honest. I even had a gift! The figurine official housewarming on Pius IX. A horrible smile green delegated directly by her best friend! Yay! Trash!

"Kill Bill" on TV? Of course!

So if I'm lucky, I'll never hear about her. Four times

relationships with guys who are responsible for everything? Four times she has never done nothing wrong? Four times she takes disproportionately? damn, it's bad luck! Fortunately, it's not my problem. I'm not a plastic surgeon, then, frankly, our relationship ends here.

Good!

I suffered enough to endorse the lies of an aristocrat overprotected. you say? A hidden folder?

short, now, think positively. Katryne is really great! I have all my stuff. It that lack of painting! (And a pool one day!)

For those who can read between the lines:
Now I have all the time in the world. I really any time in the world ...

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Memories!

I should mention that this post is particularly aimed at my brother.

During my brief return home to my parents, I had the opportunity (will also) of "falling" into the box of photographs. I do not know why. Probably history to remember everything that had been lost. At first, very old pictures. Me, blonde, trying to explore the dark corners of the bathroom. Photos of the wedding of my parents. Photos my father, bearded, working at James Bay.

And here. A picture of my brother with the Grand Schtroupmf. On wheels. Damn he wanted one! Good memories, really. My brother following me, step by step, in the hope of obtaining the coveted figure. A big smile on his face. And I truly too stupid to leave him.

In all, I kept a forty photos. Disparate memories. But all good memories.

fate would have it. I realize I have absolutely no recollection of the sad moments in my life. It's probably better that way.
Without pictures, it is much more easy to move on. Besides, everything is going very well. Oddly, really well too.
My stomach problems disappeared. And though I keep a certain sadness, I now know that communication is what is most important in life.

And that, I'll never need any photo to remember.

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A classic of Phil Collins!

How can you just walk away from me, When all
i can watch you DO IS leave Cos we've shared
the Laughter & the bread & Events The Tears shared
You're the Only One Who Really Knew me Has all

So take a look at me now, oh There's just an empty space There's nothing
And left here to remind me, Just The Memory of your face Ooh take a look
at me now, well There's just an empty space And you coming back
to Me Is against all odds and that's What I've got to face ...

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Revenge of insects

Frankly, not many good memories to tell in regard to my bohemian life. Few facts Cocac. But misery. And a lot of memories.

The first night, "squigee" asked me to sub. I told him I like him, that night, on the street. He threw me this strange look. At once sympathetic and disappointed. I burst into tears. Simply.

Know that I am not going to tell you everything that happened my last two nights in Montreal. While I certainly believe writer-notch, I do not probably find the words to explain just a difficult situation.

Imagine you walk the streets at random. Without knowing where to go. Without knowing what to eat. Exhausted. Las. Sad. There. Add to this a deplorable physical condition. The first night, a bed of green moss. With a lot of carnivorous insects moving around me. The second night in a shelter. Empty syringes and grime, my faith, completely indescribable. Ho, and then again from insects. Bedbugs. Thirty-two bites all over my body.

was too. The next day, six visits in which a roommate with a cool girl amateur manga and video games. A look back at history of Pius IX recover some tips: brush my teeth, sweaters and dirty: my electric razoir. Cry of joy. I missed so much!

From that time, return ticket for the Lac-Saint-Jean.

My adventure is very moody, I can well understand. But believe me, you can not grasp how this adventure almost made me lose my mind. I had never experienced so much suffering in my life. I was deprived, simply, all human dignity. Any power to rebound.

And then I wondered a thousand times what I could do well as bad to benefit from such treatment. No response. I am guilty of having been on unemployment for a month and a half. Guilty of having a face to my ex because she does not consult me for buying a GPS.
That's all.

No, there's really nothing else.

Besides, I never had the opportunity to have a real discussion with her. But what is certain is that I did not deserve such an eviction. In fact, I would have anticipated. I should know. She had already mentioned several times that she became very nasty with her always ex.

Very bad? We can say more.

Now, much remains to be done. My parents are not able to help me, since they already face a very difficult financial situation. I do not know where to start so my situation is perilous. But I would find. What else?

"War is a recipe for failure. The failure of the sensible path of talks and negotiations."

A big thank you for supporting Spounz, Marianne and Leiby. People are not all bad ...

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The fall

That should happen some day. Inevitably. 1977, Debby Boone's "You Light Up My Life ..."
Bullshit. And now I'm in the streets. Outside. Roaming. Nothing for me to wash. The same clothes for 4 or 5 days. I never go hungry. I thank in advance those who have hosted this past week. But I had to leave and keep my dignity. So I prefer to sleep in a park that beg for such a thug.

What will I do? No idea. Maybe go to my parents at Alma. But only when all else has failed. I always money. Enough to accommodate me. The only problem is that most visited sites require a deposit of two rents. I did not. If I do not eat for another two weeks, I get to have enough money to get me a room roommate.

And I await news shortly of a roommate I had originally planned, while I stayed still on Pius IX. I wish I could get there sooner.

For the rest, I have not yet contacted my ex. I'm really scared of her and her parents. Its non-veiled threats, and what she could do with my personal stuff. I threatened to go on but I know she would fool. She and her family are so rich they will prefer to completely ruin me, break me as a man, rather than arriving an arrangement.

Maybe do you read these lines? Wonderful time. You can smile at will. You managed to completely destroy me. Yay!

Next move: to check whether the Roman Catholic Church receives me, and if it can really help the most disadvantaged. Otherwise, I will choose my park. And I'll watch the sky all night wondering what I could do so incredible to deserve such punishment.

Tomorrow afternoon, I will return here in the National Library of Quebec, to keep you informed of my first night as qu'itinérant. Beautiful stories in perspective ...

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Hail Mary!

When all hope is lost, when everything collapses around you, there is always a last chance. In football, game is called the Hail Mary. A desperate long pass. A final battle cry. The worn and weary soldier who gets up one last time to confront her rival.

"No One Knows What It's Like, To Be a sad man ..."
- The Who
"The heart of a man is rockier than acidic soil."
- Stephen King

Yesterday evening, after many phones the police of Montreal and the housing authority, I came to this conclusion: the Law and Justice can do nothing against an individual (s) completely blinded by hatred and revenge. As simple as that. Ahhhh, how beautiful the whole aristocracy to dummy values and gleaming Jaguars. Hundred acres of fields and bribes wines. Damn, I love it!

So I had kind. Go-go in the Latin Quarter. Some prostitutes. Some Pimps. All encased in a black reluquats calling me a "fucking asshole". And this suggests to me that Quebec to travel to St. Elizabeth. A bar on the corner of the same name and Saint Catherine. Thunderbolt. The most beautiful terrace I saw in my life.

A magical place. A dark bar, black. An arch at the bottom of the wall. Past the arch, we're outside, in a forgotten and lost souls. A large enclosed patio and enclosed by walls of great high-style Middle Ages. Large trees that rise up to heaven.

There was no Cointreau. But the Good Rum. Very good even. One lady even paid me a drink!

I found a contact for work in the field of radio. I received smiles, and I met a wine lover and former resident of Oka. Finally, I got out of there all drunk.

to McDonald, history Contributes to the regeneration of my saturated fat, I participated in an exchange which quickly became very aggressive. A man of thirty might be ordering a Big Mac. Six feet two, easily. A long black shirt. Impressive.
He discusses the pretty waitresses in English. I let him order and will see it.

"You should" talk French, man. Sorry, we are not objective in Great Britain Here. Gotcha? "

He says he speaks englais to speak the same language as the waitresses. However, it was wrong. The waitresses were also speaking as Gilles Vigneault. I'll sit down.

Now he comes to my table. At two inches of my fried golden brown. And there, cunt, I began to speak French.

"Do not tell me how to speak, idiot. I'll do what I want." Fucking Frenchie "Looking for trouble?" Our friend is waving his fists. I'll reçcevoir a slap, a matter of time.

I turned to him and I find nothing better to say that: "In your country, he taught people how to brush their teeth?" Completely

héberlué of my remarks, our fellow back seat. A group of young people from Ontario began to giggle. They share my opinion and force themselves to speak French here. Wonderful. A widespread debate erupts mcdo St-Denis. All because me.

Damn it's beautiful Montreal!

Well, at bed time. Tomorrow Angrignon station!

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Hochelaga / Waltz pizza

So, what to do on a Saturday night? Why not take the opportunity to overcome some of these fears? Facing these phobias? That's what I'm finally on my way in the Hochelaga / Maisonneuve there just a few days.

Let's start with some contextualization.

After a crazy day Saturday hanging from my computer and my letters of introduction, I was looking for what to do. I was navigating between the opportunities to go walking on René-Lévesque, or find me on the crowded terrace Latin Quarter. These two options clearly involved in solitary activities. I could not resign myself.

Meeting fourtuite help, very nice smile indeed, I found myself in Francopholies. Many, many people. Music almost sympathetic. Smells of hot dogs cotoyant laughter fatty cranks rather tipsy.
Day What!

Me tiresome quickly Cetta musical atmosphere very heavy, I proposed to my partner's evening walk, talk. Obviously, as the only intelligent people are able to do so. Irony? Maybe!

And I discovered the Hochelaga / Maisonneuve. Prefontaine station, around Ontario.
Suddenly, that is there in this neighborhood long considered infamous and obscure, that I discovered some truth: People exaggerate too much, me included. Yes, this neighborhood is not very rich. Of course, sometimes there are children crying. Poverty draws lots of its problems, crime. But to be afraid to attend such a place, there is a short step.

Side Architecture, the place is quite nice. A corner that reminds me vaguely Limoilou district. The apartments are all the same, three-story red brick ringed with ancient iron stairs. Patios in rotten wood, certainly, but also beautiful tall trees. And real people. Many students also. A drastic opposition to the West Island and the Isle Bizard. Opposition to artificial values of the richest. Their taps and Italian duck at one hundred dollars.

short, I liked it.

I realized some things that night. Among others, that the greatest love stories often are built around two specific values. The honesty and trust. Trust is built step-by-little on the basics of honesty. Simply.
be honest with someone is not so simple. It must, first, assume that you are. His whole being. So, logically, recognize its twist. Talk with other contentious issues. I mean discuss. Not to impose. Nor complain incessantly, too.
Finally, it is extremely important to make decisions for both. All decisions.

So a failure on the line. A failure that had been planned long ago. So handling.

A bad person? Unfortunately.

On a more positive note, I confirm that I have had the opportunity twice to enjoy the incredible culinary delight of the pizzeria on St. Denis Latin Quarter. I do not remember the exact name of the place. I think it simply: "pizza".
Check it out! Wood oven, Italian flair and breathtaking terrace. Located next to the cinema.

Thought of the Day: "A donkey never falls into the same hole ..."

you soon!

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Day 3 after the flood.

You know, since my love life and social collapsed like a deck of cards, I took much time to think. First observation: there are many things to do. Obviously, the job search appears at the top of the list. And for a long time now, I devoted myself with all my energy. The results are output are not there yet, but at least efforts are. I even started to please me to do resumes and cover letters .... * Sigh *


Lemon of the day: bad advice from the subway station Longeuil-Université de Sherbrooke.

I also finally received my carte Accès Montréal ". And the Rogers Cup which starts this weekend. So the discounts. I can not wait to see whether Federer will be able to beat Nadal ...