its a cold and its a broken hallelujah
we are beyond unstoppable and now weve got montreal to prove it. everything in canada closes at dark but a cute quebecois boy invited us to drop by quebec city tonight to celebrate st jean batiste day with some three hundred thousand proud citizens; maybe well make it and maybe we wont but either way we totally fucking win. i cant for the life of me get this computer to make apostrophes but he loves my accent and i havent seen a tim hortons in hours. midnight michael jackson danceparties in the parking lot of some anonymous ontario hotel right after we told some dude we didnt know where he could get any chronic \ his words, not ours \ and this hot on the heels of our three a.m. arrest for transporting marijuana. this is the stuff of which madcap roadtrip movies are made. we blew into town at six this morning and promptly started kicking ass and taking names, beginning with taking a nine hour nap. i have no idea what day or time it is and my internal clock is completely out of control from staying up all night rapping along with mc solaar and watching sunrise follow sumset follow sunrise. but this morning the sun finally rose over the province of quebec and we knew wed made it up; alex took a celebratory piss once we were completely in his homeland. no more prairies of alberta, no more bitches of calgary, no more hick-ass cops of saskatchewan, no more stormy epic lakefront vistas of ontario; were fucking here to stay. well, at least for a while; the train that runs behind the house goes to halifax and the whistle sounds acadian to me.