Montreal summer 92

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