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  • Today began where yesterday left off. Fernando dropped me off at the bus station.
    I gave him an extra long hug to make up for the day I wouldn't be seeing him.

    Montreal! Je t'aime.

    A Scot named Rory, tea and conversation with an old friend. Strange how comfortable you can be in your own skin sometimes. The loss of words continues. This time it was with aftertaste. Thank goodness it is only in speaking and not in writing. Until next time!

    I won't be speaking for much longer, I don't think. Not the way I have been.

    A conversation with an Algerian-Canadian about the state of affairs in France and the man in the morning who stumbled on to the rails and was electrocuted. The ambulance arrived shortly and he thinks he'll be okay. An Electrifying start.

    Sunrise and a walk. Vaughn wasn't up yet. Hot chocolate, a barista named Indira from Trinidad and a man named Neil who collected and recycled magazines in his suitcase. He would've gotten a scholarship to University if he hadn't started smoking weed and playing the guitar so much.

    Ubisoft offices with the book of disquiet and blank pages that help with my disquiet. A brief encounter with misconceptions and the distorted perceptive that people can have about Islam. Lack of sleep, lack of sleep and relieving pressure on the bladder.

    Japanese paper and a wonderful lady who has worked at the store for 12 years. "Part-time.", she added. "I love this place because the people who own it are so wonderful and the customers are great too. You said you're a storyteller? You would love this place. Do you have a website? I'm going to share it with my husband and kids."

    Thank you, thank you. You are too kind.

    A stroll towards the water. Love, A Note About Street Art, Omnivores, Duluth, Bike Lanes, a Sad Face and missing my Portuguese friend.

    At least Audrey Tautou was there for me.

    Didn't meet Hash Brown, even with all the film exposures I had. Or Riley, though I did leave him a note. Portia was at work all day. Mark was impossible to get a hold of. Should have called Nabster and checked-in with Veronica or some of my peeps at the radio stations. Evette emailed also.

    Some of my relationships and friendships now seem robotic. Like the bonds have been injected with morphine and the feelings have been numbed. But I still continue to listen for love and the people that I do manage to spend time with, I enjoy.

    I saw old people on bikes and young people on bikes. Young mothers exchanging babies and a little boy who left his mother's hand to go pick up the only green leaf on the sidewalk. All others were golden or yellow or brown. A man put a newspaper in his back pocket and it went over his leather jacket and people just seemed beautiful. Sometimes you just go with your guts and instincts about these people, places and ideas. Listening to Beirut and Andrew Bird on these sidewalks was magical.

    Italian barbers near Marché Jean-Talon guided me there. Then we talked about things. This stranger and I. Even though she kept making faces. Serious talks. Garden State, Oil and Gas, the Yukon, Growing Up, Uncertainty, Moving Around, Bikes, Montreal, mutual friends, philosophies and more. I forgot to ask about her earrings though. A Tunisian named Mohammed ran the cafe.

    The lady that she paid for cheese, gave us a small present. Thank you thank you.

    Then I found myself looking for costumes, learning a lesson in customer service, turning into a king and rushing for a delicious dinner.

    Sharing "wisdom", side walks and ideas about bikes and our philosophies. He is wonderful. I'm sorry if you don't know him and his favorite people.

    The birds showed up a few times. These sights, these smells, these sounds. The words that I know to be real are not sufficient to compose the description. Someday I will make my own language. If I live long enough and learn the right things.

    Won't be long now until I'm gone and it will be like it never happened.

    Yet, I have my mantras, my guides and I'm working on the guiding principles.
    "This is water." and "Look at your fish."

    Till next time.
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