Montreal summer 92
By valiswaverider
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I walked in door and the girls hide. They were nt sure it was me. They were petrified, shaken up.
These girls had been accidental to my life someone Christophe took pity on. They stole my food while I was nt at the squat. The squat was just somewhere I slept . When I was nt out with the band and their mates every night getting drunk chasing girls , been a teenager. Christophe,s mates were in a local goth band they were famous and I was an unofficial part of their Entourage.
I chatted with a girl in a road top bar earlier that evening, “ you get many British here I said “ I do nt know she said your the first one I ve ever meet. I was the exotic foreigner, I was the cool kid with long hair and a leather jacket using the phrase “ I am with the band to get into party’s. I was nt the loser they stuck in with the remedials at school.
I was the cool kid
I mattered
I was having fun with the cool kids and fuck everyone who put me down at school
Who picked fights with me and my Asian mate
I d arrived life was great
At last I was out in the world having adventures
And then it was nt
“It’s you “ thank god it’s you said one of the girls
My friends been raped
The floor vanish from under my feet
I had to lost my barrings
No longer the centre of the universe
I ran to Christophe and Wan,s Apartment further down the Rue Saint Denis
3 teenage boys
A Canadian, a Mexican and me the English one
Fast friends unquip
Shell shocked
And two very frightened young girls
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