Deliveries in Montreal some,

Hi, ripping around the Plateau de Montreal mostly but also downtown to super rich apts on Doctor Penfield, the mansions on the mountain of Mount Royal>> Hence the name of the island city —Montreal!— In…..a Kia mini van and a couple Ford Windstars. Lots of tips! Insane tips!…..well?…I made a 100$ tip once in one shot when a guy cracked open a Coldcash lottery ticket at my booth at the Side Door Bingo where I was a licensed salesman in the ancient super sketch area at the time>>> Mechanicsville, of Ottawa. He had won 400$. Now that stretch is all cafes, restaurants, and hip stores selling crazy retro-new Rolling Stones shirts and things. But, hauling those big banana boxes full of groceries up those triplexer stairs was a perfect daily workout. Plus boxing a massive tempermental Greek man on Saturdays. “Ooooh! I don’t mind checking out some eyecandy!!!” I heard once while loading my van, turned and two beautiful girls were just standing there eyeing my every movement. And the flirting with the young Greek cashiers!!! Devine! There was one who would moan ” Ohhh my god!! Ohhh my god!!! Every time I bent over to pick up water bottles at the front of the store….lol….OH MY GOD!!!!. I was 27 maybe, she must of been 18-20, lol!! They were ALL cute!!!

There was this one delivery that I made where the mansion impressed me so. It was a hugo house on the mountain and when I got to the door I had no idea what I was about to see. Somebody came to the door and directed me in, they led me past a massive livingroom with every kind of big game pelt hanging on the walls, taxidermies, statues, you name it. So then this guy shows up looking like a Hemingway, a bit, in a pair of trackpants, and his beautiful wife, endless walk through this huge place, put the groceries down on the kitchen counter, collected my tip and somehow made it back out through that maze of gienormous holy. You have to understand although I know and knew and lived in some opulence, at the time I had a mattress on the floor in my 3 bedr. on Park Ave. where the eastern European boys would yell all night around their fast cars, laughing like hyenas. One night I woke up in delirium amidst one of those dudes rambling and when he shutup for a sec. I ended up saying “ouais ouais ouais….blowjob!” Meaning that’s what this guy should get from his chick and shutup, lol!!! He laughed and laughed SOOOO LOUD for ever, no joke and stood there grinning at my window all night, I was sweating like a gorilla who backed into a tree and got teased, lol! Embarrassing to blurt that out in a tourettes fashion, lol, but was it EVER funny! He laughed a lot. So, with all my tips I finally bought myself a nice Italiano leather coat from a classy little shop down the street right near my Greek barber who used to slap my head after a cut in man to man feelgood fun, damn it felt good!  I loved that coat like Joseph loved his multicolored coat bygolly!!! It was great, looked and felt devine!

One morning I got sceptical friends, the older dude driver at the store asked me “Can you please deliver to this person for me Nick? I can’t take it…….ahhh!” “Yip!” Ready for anything, ready to show my samurai like fortitude, my reliability at any moment. I was reading many bushido books and adopted their philosophy towards their masters, towards my bosses, it does me good. So anyways, I get to the lady’s house and it is —hush— really messy, stuff on the floor, rotting stuff in the fridge, she has elephantiasis I think, her feet were huge and if I remember correctly she had too many toes. This is ok, we are all different, but woh minute, she wanted me to clean out to rotting foods in her fridge. I’m nice and was able to show her some knightly stamina, but then woops, hang on, lol, I had other addresses to hit, so I bolted while giving her lots of respect, and without a tip… beat the feet to my ride.

Must sail the ship!

Salut!!!

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Cheers!!!

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Nico