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Montréal . loin de moi . for now . for a moment. i rode my bike with obviously too many bags into another city . it's full of people i don't know . i love the strangers who are better humans then my brothers. not you . the other one .
the ride down here . longer then 6 hours, so many cigarettes, i dropped on a photograph gentleman who was more nervous then me about crossing the border. i told him about my lucky charms. and it worked ô so fine. 37 bucks more i could have given away. for now i am going to buy a book, to take picture, to smoke like i am in love. like i do .
from now on, i let myself float, and believe me i'll be floating way better once i drop down my bags. i also brought down my whale.
way more words to come. it's been a while. i took my retreat from my dear Montréal .
pray thy lord for the hotdogs they feed me in brooklyn. don't try to catch me. unless you respect my faithful road, with somehow no mercy for what's left for now. les jours passés peuvent attendre lentement . très lentement .

. . tough love and laughter ..