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Comments from a JerkWhy I Haven't Written in a Month | ![]() |
So I got on a plane and I was off to Quebec. I figured, it's cold up there and maybe I could pick up some jerk tips from those French-Canadians. Man I was right. They crossed into new realms of being a prick.
When I arrived, my cabby, Jean Claud, picked me up. I wasn't quite sure of my hotel's address and I must say he was pissed. He mumbled under his breath about me and failed to give me the change I asked for. I was pretty impressed. My vacation might not have been a waste of money after all. Which in itself was unfortunate because I was charging it all to the owners of this site as a business expense.
The hotel was a rattrap and had a view of nothing. I slept poorly so the next day I was in a pretty bad state of mind. I soon found out that Quebec had nothing to see in the way of anything. I pretty much stayed in that flee bag room the whole 3 weeks. It had a weird smell that kept mutating so I never quite became immune. Needless to say I had a pretty good time. I felt at home for the first time in many many years. I was tempted to stay but I knew it would never work. There I'm just another asshole. I'm not even a very good one. So I packed up and came back. I even failed to pay my hotel bill. They seemed pretty mad when I ran out but I think they appreciated it being asses themselves.
So yeah, now I'm back. It's cold and people seem pretty melancholy. It's gonna be a long winter.
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