Saturday, April 24, 2010


ok, here's the scene: downtown montreal, end of april, springlike weather, friday 4:30pm. the doors of the old port swing open and a flood of youngish people wearing structured outfits in varying shades of charcoal pour out and get the first ray of sun on their eyeballs in months. this makes them feel good. so good that their eyeballs immediately seek other eyeballs to slither over. soon it's eyeball-on-eyeball, all cinq-a-sept long.

they are in powersuits. they are on the prowl. they are filled with the ultimate prower.

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