A perfect weekend in montreal
I had an epiphany while drunk off these french beers i hated. One of the boys pulled out a scrap book with photos of his friends back home,i didn’t understand much because obviously i don’t speak french but from what Andrew translated to me the point was that he missed his friends and with friends like that life was worth-living and what else could you ask for? Also that life is about making memories because that’s all you have to remember when your far from home and or old. I guess all the boys missed home they started bursting into tears. There i was standing in shock feeling like a cold bitch (& i was wet because to me theirs nothing sexier than when men cry)because i didn’t feel that way i didn’t miss my friends the whole trip or ever. Because i realize i don’t have have friends just bloodsuckers that want to drain me to the bone with an exemption of 2. Then i started crying with them (at last) then the moment was over and we started getting ready to go out. As i grow older im sure ill meet those kind of friends he was talking about. I embarked Montreal on my own lone wolf and enjoyed it im the only person i can stand anymore as i pass the Hudson on this Amtrak train i’ve been on for 10 hours im not complaining. This was the best weekends i’ve had in a while. Whirlpool of emotions and i met a great french Lebanese boy that’s great in bed at that ! our last words where see you backpacking across Europe. & the time has come to save my penny’s for Europe
xxx
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MY FAVORITE SPOT TO MEDITATE IN MONTREAL
