This is bootleg, but I’m posting an eMail I sent to Tanya. This is mainly so my parents have some idea of what is going on in my life. Again, I am afraid that the American political system will collapse without my commentary, but that is a risk I must take:
Ok, X and Y broke up for the second time. Z and A broke up. B is still dating C, and D is still incredibly pussy-whipped. An old friend of mine got pregnant, which is weird. So, that’s the sex part.
As for violence, Dave was wasted and walking home from Bifteck when some guy jumped him from behind and kicked him in the head while he was down. Dave fell on broken glass and his hands are all cut up. His face looks OK, little puffy on one side. This was at St. Denis and Rachel. Somebody ran out of the Sara on the corner and chased the dude away and took Dave inside the resto. Dave has no idea who or why. My theory is that he yelled ‘Yankee’s suck’ at somebody, but he doesn’t remember doing anything like that. I remember one time he yelled at some dude in a Ferrari ‘You can’t buy back your youth.’ Which, in my opinion, is fucking hilarious. Dave says he wouldn’t do that alone, which is true.. so I wonder who that guy was. It’s fucking bullshit clocking somebody from behind.
Other odds and ends are:
Tracy and Matt’s Birthdays: They had a party at Cherrier that I really enjoyed, even though I don’t really like parties that much. I never see anybody cause I work all the time and it was really good to see people. It wasn’t one of those Cherrier parties full of 200 people I don’t know. Plus nobody peed in a flowerpot like last time, which is always a bonus. I know you don’t know Matt or Tracy that much but they are awesome people. Matt’s really tall and he can pick me up and throw me in the air like a little kid. That was my idea, don’t think he’s an asshole. I also think it’s funny when he straight-arms my head and then I try to punch him but my arms are too short. Also my idea. Tall people are funny. Tracy likes to pick me up like a baby but I only let her do that on special occasions otherwise she’d be doing that all the time. Tracy’s not a man-beast or anything, she’s pretty hot. Her boyfriend studies Cognitive Science at Stanford, and is one of my favorite people. He can program Neural Networks really well, but he’s not a geek. Anyways.
Taylor’s Bag: Taylor was going to Arizona for reading week. So he’s at the bank getting some cash and whaddya know, he leaves his bag with all his clothes in the bank. He figures this out in the Cab as he’s getting to the Airport and freaks out. The cabbie Gaston is nice out of his mind and volunteers to go get his bag from the bank. And he does, giving Taylor his number and making Taylor promise to call him from the airport. Then Taylor, of course, loses the number.
In Cincinnati he’s looking for a Coffee Crisp or something in his bag and he finds the number and calls Gaston. Then he calls me and I call Gaston to arrange to pick up the bag.
So, I wait outside my building on Sherbrooke until Gaston pulls up in a white cab. He stops at a red light. I run into the street, he pops the trunk, I grab a big duffel bag out of the trunk, hand him 20$ through the window and he leaves as the light changes. He has a fare in the back the whole time. I wonder what she and the other people on the street were thinking. I also wonder how Taylor negotiated this whole thing cause I was speaking French to Gaston and as far as I can tell he doesn’t speak English very well.
This is too long, but that’s some stuff that’s happening here. I hope all is well with you, and I hope you come up soon.