Mulli and I were making our way home the other night from a bar called Blizzarts. We were in the metro station and the train just pulled up and this guy, who was about 20 yrs old was being pulled up from the ground by his 2 friends and they walked him onto the train and laid him back down on the floor.
Off train. Up the stairs. Drunk 20 yr old is being held up by his friend. His arm slung over buddy’s neck, barley standing up. See blood on drunk dudes head. In comes Mulli’s rant on living in Montreal:
“I saw a documentary on Montreal and the lifestyle here. It’s a live fast die young mentality. There’s just too much! Too much!!! It is party, party, party. Look at her, that lady is 40 years old (lady walking by us in the station, decked out in 80’s gear with feathered, big blonde hair, maybe on drugs). The party don’t stop! It don’t stop...
...Montreal mentality. You have to be a disciplined person to not be the alcoholic bum on the street begging for money. That bum (pointing out a homeless person in the distance) was probably me three years ago and I’ll be that bum in three years. Montreal madness!...
...Do you think I’m an alcoholic? Do I drink too much? I only drink on weekends and Thursdays... that was funny, especially the guy with the bleeding head. That was my favourite part of the night!”
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