Je M'appelle Quasimodo

So I'm gimped. gimped bad. I'm lying in bed because I somehow yesterday fucked up my Achilles tendon so it's now basically a rod of iron instead of a nice elastic. I'm putting icy hot lotion on it and it seems to be getting better but seriously. I had a day of walking the only way that was not painful : With one leg turned completely sideways thrusting in front of me or dragging behind me like so many Lon Chaney monsters. Don't even get me started about the time I had to run across the crosswalk. It took all day to shake the villagers with pitchforks off of me.


Nonetheless I got out and about, got my festival stuff and took some pictures so enjoy!The food here is terrible if you want anything but smoked meat and poutine. Especially the ethnic cuisine. It's like they told someone how to make a burrito and they were like "mais non! we are french we made cuisine we understand" and then they put it in a fucking panini press and instead of beef use like chicken stew. Seriously. Everytime I eat I want to barf afterwards.
This sign is outside my crazy hostel. click for bigger and laugh at how long it took Micheal to decompose. just me?

Re: Crazy hostel. I'm done here tomorrow and thank god because the beds are ridiculous (maybe cause of tendon problems) and they've started just renting out space in the place. There is a dude living in the common area. Classy. Anyway I have random couch surfing tomorrow and then we go to corporate hostels for the rest. I made some good incognito videos of how weird the hostel is (especially it's underground catacombs) on the advice on my only friend Aiden and I'll put them up later. Its internet is too slow to bother with uploading.
My big trek was to Old montreal. It was exactly the same as I remember from 6 years ago. Same graffiti even (that's impressive). It was far too touristy and started raining so I hot footed it elsewhere.
This was the worst statue I've seen in a long time. Unless this man...i forget who...had massive hands, wore a David Byrne suit, had a tiny head and generally looked like Tick Tock from 'Return to Oz" he should be rolling in his grave. You can't get away with a shitty statue in a city of statues...gosh..
I went to a press conference thru the festival celebrating Jon Voight. France :: Jerry Lews as Quebec :: Voightster. Seriously there were tons of people getting his autograph. I thought the world had written him off as a batshit insane old man. He certainly looked like a batshit insane old man. I was afraid of him and only got this close.
It was both a) pouring rain and b) HOT FOG all day. I can't stress that enough. Hot fog. Like walls of hot moisture you can see and feel. It just about killed me. I thought I'd get home easily too but the Metro was fucked up. I blame the hot fog. Scariest fog since antonio bay , yo.
But I'm doing okay. I survived two days alone, soon there will be people to share the burden of this ridiculous place. I made one kind of newish friend in the young african dude that manages the hostel...mostly because I stayed in so much and he did too. I don't know his name though. There were New Hampshire girls who I had breakfast with but they were snooty. And a guy from Seattle who doesn't like me and who controls the t.v....we watched french simpsons though so that was cool.

This might be the last internet I have for a while so keep the peace. I'll continue to try my best not to die.

Cam