Tuesday

Bar Bifteck St Laurent

Bar St Laurent Montreal - Photo from boulevardsaintlaurent.com

Black oh tobacco stain of the grain of the skin I’m in. Tincture of quinine in red russet offset by brown brown brown. Mr. Sealeg’s lobster traps’ door to door winks and nods and kisses and near misses too. The high inner pitch of the nervous system throbs and Bob’s yer uncle if it ain’t loud in here. To hear better, stick popcorn in your ears.

Teenagers, that recent invention, those cowboys and cowgals of the Western Hemisphere, triumphant terribles wrecked and rocked back and forth, to and fro, delivered unto us all with variant tones and messages relayed by sullen circumstance and… and… hollow expression, verve to serve verve and verve alone, and wasted some would say, and why not would say others. Remember them they are remembered, and sometimes seen in flashes amongst the sudden denizens of this dwelling place, late afternoons through to night to the break o’ day — some actually rise up at these times, some say.

Everyone you know everyone you know everyone, took the time to do it made an effort, now there’s one worth making the effort for, every night for a while for quite a while drinking it up all of it. Faster faster speak faster. Furtive falling outs festively presided over, raise a glass high for raising’s sake.

From the wacky to the tacky, the famous and the not-so, the more so liked to be so famous so, famous because you’re bad, so bad, infamy to me like a lottery, they want this and are this and more and more and much, much less than that too.

Celebs, they’re trying to keep up — that about says it all, doesn’t it? It’s like riding with your body facing backwards. Don’t oblige me to graze in your fields. You are forever on your toes, it’s true, but listen to me, because doing nothing’s what we’re really all about. No, it’s hanging out, and you just can’t underestimate that.

And all these people writing about how they’re always in there, but I’ve never seen them. Locals at large, and largesse it’s clear is near, it’s like you’re famous for just walking in here.

Friendly, the peacemaker’s pace makes her fold into place like the line’s cool face-to-face floating through her. They have that feeling about them. That’s a powerful thing.

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