After a grand affair, I spontaneously stepped out on Mont-Royal -- bar hopping, alone. It can never be complete solitude, not in this part of the city. Under the pouring rain, Mont-Royal is a safe haven. Caught in the middle of a crowded smoke-filled bar, a spot at the counter eerily opens up for me every single time I venture out by my lonesome. Somehow I attract the attention some curious parties but I always let them down. An unstable lifestyle going gainst every natural instinct. I might not have said more than five words, though you can accomplish so much as a character in the scenery.
