Out of the Big Apple we were… Probably not wanting all that much to head home, we wandered a little bit in the subburbs, turnin left or right as we felt it, leaving Google’s good advices and our still brand new map on the backseat. And we got our gas money’s worth of sights as…… Continue reading Too good to be fiction? (part 3)
This will be short, but I just had to post it in case someone fell on this message and could help me figure out what just happened. It seems that one of my posts has been re-blogged on this website called Dragplus. The concept of Dragplus is rather blurry to me, but I am…… Continue reading I’ve been Dragplused… ?!?
For a living, that is. I froze… What job was my dad doing when I was a child? He could have been a doctor, a singer… He could have driven big trucks, leaving for weeks at a time, being a truck driver. He could have been a taxi driver, or played in “Taxi driver”, then…… Continue reading What did your father do?
The Big Apple… I never had an appeal for big cities. Big cities are loud, crowded and dirty… I probably thought that because I had always lived in peaceful little places. New York was far from a peaceful little place. It was big. American Big. As soon as we entered Manhattan’s core, I felt like…… Continue reading Too good to be fiction? (part 2)
Do you remember our roadtrip in 2001? The one that we arranged when I found the supposedly exact address for Amytiville’s famous haunted house. Arranged being a big word… If my memory is good, the conversation resembled this; Hey, I found the Amityville house’s address! Really?? We should go… We should, indeed! How about next…… Continue reading Too good to be fiction?
Dear friend, I took this picture shortly after you went to bed tonight. I wanted to capture the moment. I think you’ll like it as much as I do, or at least I hope so. It is just imperfect enough to my liking. A little blurry, like me, presenting a questionable subject, badly framed. That’s…… Continue reading Because the moon in your sky is the moon in mine… A response to my dear faraway friend, and possibly the longest Blog post title in the history of Blogging!
Today I got spoiled again… I know you’ll probably say you did it out of boredom. Maybe it was the reason you took time to send pieces of your day abroad, like a set of stills… But the result is the same. Today, I sat with my earphones on, I closed my eyes, I listened,…… Continue reading I dag var jeg et lille barn…
It happens every time. Just like the Internets, organs are not to be trusted. Hearts will go out of their ways to make up stories, so you choose their aguments over your Head’s. Knowing dang too well that it is the Head’s main job to take decisions… And, let’s face it, Hearts aren’t the best…… Continue reading Hands and bladder conspiracy…
Apart, yet together… You sit on my lap, fiction meeting with reality, making me unexplainably nervous… I shake a bit, it is silly. Words at a loss for words, not like the usual me. Trying to find the witty thing to say, ending out silent and staring. Dang! Language flipping, trying my best to follow…… Continue reading Home alone…
Once upon a time, I was an ambulance dispatcher. Not the kind of job people think of when they get tired of their old one, or kicked out the door because the economy has forced the company to do cut backs. I lived in Québec City back then, and I was a teleconferencing agent at…… Continue reading The ambulance catcher…
Cyranny's Cove 