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You live with straights who tell you you was king. jump when your momma tell you anything. the only thing you done was yesterday. and since you’re gone you’re just another day.

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hello persons i’m baaaaaaaaaaack.

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i have been in a special kind of hell.

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hahahaha. oh french. i have never even been in an anglo giant tiger.

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this also makes me laugh and reminds me of that comedian guy rippin’ on how french people say labatt blue. bluuuuh-eeeew blewwwwwwwwwwwww.

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some noah’s ark themed restaurant. why do they do that, desperation? please come here there’s nothing for miles anyway and as a bonus for you we have some fruit loop bullshit scattered on the property. steve carrel eat your heart out.

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what a fucking hippie. i so belong in nature with wildlife. eating it.

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kinda shell-shocked. have you ever seen the movie misery? that was my week in some respects. i have learned many valuable lessons. fanaticism being one. ironic that i was away writing my book about internet infamy whilst simultaneously experiencing the power and effect it has. bit scary. when someone is on the cusp of breakdown and you come into their hemisphere they can easily fixate upon you and you become the catalyst for something that has nothing to even do with you.

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i was playing possum. keeping to myself what i was really feeling and witnessing so as to keep it as harmonious and non-confrontational as possible as i was there to work and write which i did in spite of all this mental chaos around me. i am also a compassionate person and far too lenient.

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WAS far too lenient. no more ever again. if you fuck with my shit and spring crazy upon me you better prepare to be stripped down to the pathetic creature you are. i have tolerated enough of everyone else’s shit. i was already strung out enough before skipping town (partially, majorly why i planned a trip away to begin with and missed out on working engagements my wonderful friend rob filled in for me) and then put into a situation i was naively ill-prepared for. i was blindsided.

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but i got the fuck out of there.

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have you ever had an intervention for someone who doesn’t deserve any single more airspace out of you ever fucking again and they’re so off their gourd they haven’t any clue it’s an intervention? yeah my week was building up to that. i was isolated in a town i had traveled to work in but someone had a little fantasy in their head about me that didn’t go the way they wanted and that’s when shit got mental. thankfully i wasn’t staying with this person.

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i was being haunted by them though. harmlessly but still, it was super fucking irritating and unavoidable.

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i am extremely pissed off about it still the more i consider it the angrier i become. how dare you take advantage of my solitude you disaster of a human. you made my trip about you. you are a career bullshit artist. unstable and delusional. the only person you’re bullshitting anymore is yourself.

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you fixated on me and purposely fucked with me ALL WEEK LONG YOU ASSHOLE!

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moving on.

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drove through quebec to get to ottawa. was already this far out may as well see the city no?

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hey dudes relax you are stressing me out.

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can’t stay freaked or mad too long as everywhere you look you see this shit called autumn BLAM! BAM! get the point eh i get it.

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gorgeous burnt orange sky the sun feels like it flames hotter this time of year. it is a very animalistic feeling to think about the sun and that we have a burning orb of fire orbiting us then you picture the planet floating. what? floating! far out maaaaaaaaan.

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just seems ruder in french eh. no, YOU arret.

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beeeeeeeeeeeeautiful sweet beautiful freedom. felt like i was being rescued, i was running away like not without my daughter type shit. rolled a pinner for the road and being driven by a tall NORMAL dark handsome intelligent french man zipping through the countryside like a quebecer. kinda awesome.

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stopped many times along the way. i have never been so indulged.

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always in this point in time i inquire if you like lord of the rings.

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The sound of a heart endearingly breaking for miles and miles was heard; the cause of which being just a simple question posed by that of a girl with hair like pioneer hay standing in an indian sun before a waterfall halfway up a mountain forest side.

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and then she went right back to ignoring you.

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and spoke of prancing pony pints.

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i am amazed to see the shadow of a cloud, such a large mass of wonder spread across a mountain.

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i think this is what Bono meant when he sang about God’s country.

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i love quebec. i want to go for a week to quebec city and stay at the hotel i stayed at in grade eight. or, somewhere better.

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forget the name of this place. something moon room? think so.

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obnoxious over-sized wine glasses. gauche and slightly outdated. remember i am a cuisenaire. i don’t care what that word means if it’s right or not you know what i mean. i told my french friend i was a food critic. that i am a world life critic but now legitimately a food snot. it does matter what i say about your restaurant. my blog contends.

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blonde punk so wasted he was taken with me i could tell in his head he was thinking i could be his nancy. sorry sid i ain’t into punks cos they’re cheap and lead oppressive lives while i spend and live like i am going to die tomorrow so really, who’s the actual punk here? me. i’m a baller.

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plaid jacket was $15. argued with the girl for like an hour (she kept coming back to me for more) it’s the principle. this piece is not worth 15 bucks. ten yes but now looking at it i regret not buying it which they know and that’s how people do stupid things like buy fifteen dollar jackets at a clothing hipster swap in some bar while you’re getting down to some serious drinking.

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should’ve done it. oh well.

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scored some hash just as i ran all out of weed. the nite got awesomer.

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i ate and owned and drank this city.

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i don’t understand that sign, business open as usual? yeah thanks i can see that.

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i love to see french writing everywhere i look. it is more sincere.

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best indian food ever didn’t make me feel bloated or lethargic afterward. why is that? no preservatives or something?

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these aren’t in order. hit an exhaustion wall here as had one quick drink at the dominion earlier, the cool kid dive bar. we went back there later on. i met a new england kind of passive aggressive territorial chick. i am tired of women being cunts to me for no bloody reason whatsoever. i stuck around her table longer to piss her off even more while her boyfriend eyed me up and down secretly beside her. met a cool dude who taught me how to tie your freedom hipster scarf around your head desert style. that guy was a trip, the real deal. doesn’t give a fuck about the internet. was totally mesmerized about me he’s like wow a real artist.

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dominion patio. had a few hauls. yup, smoking is still disgusting.

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like mega disgusting i don’t know how or why anybody does it anymore. meh. ok time to maybe visit the gym or something i am a fucking whale.

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my courteous gracious (non-crazy) host suggested i sign the house.

15 thoughts on “You live with straights who tell you you was king. jump when your momma tell you anything. the only thing you done was yesterday. and since you’re gone you’re just another day.”

  4. yes you should have bought that fifteen dollar red plaid jacket, and worn a black tank top underneath with black skinny jeans
    perfect for holiday season

    or a black turtleneck underneath with pearls
    Go back and get it!

    your week was the movie from Misery
    sad but funny
    I guess your stalker was “Cathy Bates like”

    Great photos though

  5. You hit the nail right on the dot with me when you were talking about your intervention. Only mine had to do with someone that was my bff. This is the best line “have you ever had an intervention for someone who doesn’t deserve any single more airspace out of you ever fucking again.” You said it perfectly.

  6. LOGOS LAND! YAYAYA! When I was kid my dad used to take us there cause they have waterslides and it is awesome. My parents have a cottage in the Ottawa Valley and since moving back from the States and being unemployed (FML) that is where I am squatting til it gets too cold and I have to come back to Toronto. If you are ever back in that area you can come stay with me cause it’s on a lake and I am a girl and not creepy.

  7. Awesome! You were in my neck of the woods! It’s making me strangely giddy to think that I could have passed you on the street :)

  8. I am pissed off you were in my city and didn’t warn us in advance- i could have met you live ! after all these years ..wow…i’m down now :( but welcome back none the less !

  9. even though the intention was not to deal with a crazy, you just have more fodder for your book. I’m glad you got out of there safely. people are crazy, no matter how much they want you to think they are okay.

  10. The French like to keep their vowels open. That’s a linguistics joke. So Labatt Bleue is a single unified vowel-sound in “Bleue” that doesn’t change in the course of the sound. The last -e is just a feminine ending and doesn’t contribute to the sound. “Bleue” rhymes with peu or feu. It’s just an impossible sound for Anglos but Germans and Norwegians have it.

    And the Quebec law doesn’t require people to translate “Giant Tiger”. Brands don’t have to be translated, but the function of the store must be shown in French and French only. So Big Bill Hell’s Hardware must be Quincaillerie Big Bill Hell.

  11. Other remark: I envy drivers. I earned a licence once but was too poor to keep it up when it was due. Now I’d have to start from the beginning with this graduated shit. I’ve flown a helicopter (with guidance from the pilot) 90 seconds; longer than I’ve driven a car after learning!

  12. Beautiful fall photos. Tough to read of the weeks discomfort but always so beautiful in the fact you always pull through. Peace, love, respect to you. And hash.
    You aren’t a whale you look great.

  13. Holy shit, Raymi! you were in ottawa? and at all of my haunts? I can’t believe I didn’t run into you! I would have bought you a drink and confessed my girl crush in person.

  14. I’m even FROM the pontiac area- so it’s super cool seeing your comments on things i used to see EVERY day.

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