Location: Montreal

Sunday, August 08, 2004

sortie d'urgence

the only real authority figure on the train is a muscular, bald, goateed man with a strange accent. every hour or so he swings by with a snack cart, smiling, offering coffee and sweets. DON'T BE FOOLED. once i start eating weed infused brownies, sneaking whiskey and laughing like a jackal this man will become a feared enemy. i hate to judge by appearance, but he seems the type who wouldn't hesitate to snap the neck of an unruly, drug addled passenger.
stay cool. sleep will not come easy tonight.


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