Weekend at Bernies

So Friday morning I picked up a rental, filled the trunk with bbs, airsoft, throwing knives, poplar wood target, co2 all that, vroom to pick up my bud, have to sneak kinda into his building, knocked his door, HUNG OVER, didn’t want to come, said I never invited him, which said info was rectified later by a proof abiding retext double thingy. So then, ya, I drive west cross to Qc. and it was glorious out, the sun was shining, the chick at the Tim’s was zeyer gut ya, und, I shovelled shit the rest of the way, no no, Aylmer changed, the church my parents got married in burned to a crisp many years ago, I had been there to see concerts, one of my piano, harmony, counterpoint teachers, Savoie, who’s son unfortunately succumbed to cancer, a great cellist I was told, was visited and played with the great Yo Yo Ma. Savoie used to put her hand on my leg during  piano lessons and watch for a reaction lol, I always thought shit Shouldn’t I be playing this here Debussy mamsy??

She is the well schooled one, direct a Beethoven sa piano technique. Oui. Grand! comme a ecrit Hemingway.

So after speeding like a maniac around the dirt roads loving it like a bat out of hell with a dust cloud like flatulence leaving my entrails, I found the canary islands, I just parked and started yelling, here? Alone? What the hell was I doing there? Fuck! But anyways, I eventually set up my poplar wood target, shot some knives in, could not arm my Canadian Tire Umarex Glock 19 3rd gen. or my Baretta M92A1 for lack of an alen key. BUT, my computer digit machined to spec John Wick Pitviper was glorious to shoot, bio-degrade ammo and it was coolio smoking a doobie mit Michelle Pfeiffer, I was constantly looking around…..just joke.

Then, EH, I filmed myself and you know to be honest I look like a vietnam war vet on speed. I don’t know, maybe it’s a new fab coming up. So anyways, I sent all of it to the Roje. Then, I’d eat and yell with the neighbours lol, all day all night, at one point, I am NOT patched hells but I know some and screwed around a bit long ago, but so what I did at one point is I yelled out: “Hey????? This isn’t actually Nicholas here!!!!! I’m actually a hells angel on my way to Chicoutimi and was told this cabin was a perfect place to stay at for the evening!!!! Hahahaha!!!!!” “Are you????” “Hey!!!!!What the!!!!!!” I heard, then I followed: “just joke!!! Lol!!!!” We laughed.

Then, there were people running around outside the cabin, it was mayhem, but it’s not shut out like Shaq’s mansion in Florida so, Betty Boo to you.

But I could of shot people had I a hunting riffle. We no longer do by the way, cop destroyed willful by law, ya, they were nice.

Anyways, up the next day and ate some, cleaned the yard as per asked, packed my shit and took off down the road after talking to the local this and that people.

I got on the road and it was all mob talk, this that, what????? Am I collecting vigs????? Lolololol!!!! Nothing ever in return for me…….. I’m righteously angry and tired.

So tonight, I’ll be watching Casino.

Haha!

I don’t know.

“Have a better one”-Bladerunner

Ooooooh! I pulled in near a copshop and a black suv cruiser steered by a female cop followed me in, we fell guys. I was pulling out “I wanted your man there…” she said, “Ya ya, I got super horny driving passed…..” well, oooooh handcuffs!!!!! Scroll scroll

Nico