I have the touch with crazy people
Vige persuaded me (with little effort) to leave the house and join him in a Montreal escape where we would meet some of his singer friends at La place d'a coté. We arrived much to early so we killed some time with an exploratory walk of Mont-Royal street in hopes of finding a decent eatery.
Along the way we bumped into a lady who overheard us and felt she needed to give us some pointers. Within the next 10 minutes time she went on about how she used to be a prostitute in a past life, knows a wonderful algae mix that could better my health, but it looks like gang bang residue (her words) and will kill me if I don't keep it refrigerated (talk about contradictory purposes). She then told me I should never blow bubbles on the belly of my next sex partner, that she had a lover who did that to her once and it made her cry. That she's a psychic and offers menu like readings through Tarot (showed us her menu). That she had a "cuisse légèrte" (wow, nice way to put that) and she finally gave me her number on a piece of paper with an added link to a youtube clip that talks about reality doubling errors à la "déjà vu" in Matrix.
Oh yeah, some where in there she's a vocalist.
Obviously I've burned the number, exorcise style, because I feared a fate similar to what I've read in several Stephen King novels if I had simply tossed it.
Along the way we bumped into a lady who overheard us and felt she needed to give us some pointers. Within the next 10 minutes time she went on about how she used to be a prostitute in a past life, knows a wonderful algae mix that could better my health, but it looks like gang bang residue (her words) and will kill me if I don't keep it refrigerated (talk about contradictory purposes). She then told me I should never blow bubbles on the belly of my next sex partner, that she had a lover who did that to her once and it made her cry. That she's a psychic and offers menu like readings through Tarot (showed us her menu). That she had a "cuisse légèrte" (wow, nice way to put that) and she finally gave me her number on a piece of paper with an added link to a youtube clip that talks about reality doubling errors à la "déjà vu" in Matrix.
Oh yeah, some where in there she's a vocalist.
Obviously I've burned the number, exorcise style, because I feared a fate similar to what I've read in several Stephen King novels if I had simply tossed it.