so.

its like an old western film where everyone breathes in dust all day
and when they spy the new guy in town
all they can do is stare with dry eyes.

or squint. whichever is more personable.

so i wander and wander and sangria and nap.

no more sun mixed alcohoool. no.

and wander and wander and too much sun.
and wandering sucks my feet underneath themselves.
so that i cant wander any mowr. no.

so i wander the internet. but i cant find any goods.

looking for dessert place that is smallish and interesting.
you think that would exist here...mtl of qc.

flerk.

but i went into this one place that my daddy said "go there"
(he had a show there once, two years ago, computer active paitings
displayed on big screens for three days)
called ex-centris
this place for design and media and they have a movie theatre
which is currently screaning a documentary of Fellini-the liar.
so it was the night rush- the best+WORST -time to inquire
best because the chef is there
worst because he is BUSY.
so i ask the waiters if i can drop my CV
they ask the chef if he wants to meet me..
he is busy but he grunts -do you have any restaurant experience?
then he sees and says Taillevent!, I'll phone you back!!

so i should go back and poke him, he hasnt phoned me yet.
poke, poke, poke.
give me a job.