On August 4, 2010, Chad Angers sent me a message on
Facebook.
2010-08-04 there are two types of men in the world
reasonable men and unreasonable men
the reasonable man adapts himself to the world and the unreasonable man adapts the world to himself
hence change is only driven by the unreasonable man
The End.
Cuts:
I wish I were disciplined enough to make things instead of just rambling incoherently and never polishing or finishing anything.
2010-08-04 there are two types of men in the world
reasonable men and unreasonable men
the reasonable man adapts himself to the world and the unreasonable man adapts the world to himself
hence change is only driven by the unreasonable man
I met Chad Angers on a park bench, in a park on Rachel
street, off St. Laurent. My arm was broken and I was about to go meditate at
the Zen centre. A few minutes earlier, I had sat on another park bench in Parc Jeanne
Mance. In four months, I would be turning twenty-five years old. I decided that
it would be an excellent idea to stop getting drunk and sleeping with Simon. It
was time to make a list of what I wanted in an ideal partner. I wrote down a
bunch of qualities. I don’t remember any of the qualities, except perhaps that
this ideal partner should be much taller than me. Simon was only five ten or
eleven, and I am a tall five eight.
Chad Angers came right over and sat beside me.
“How did you break your arm?” He asked. He was at least 6 ft
5., with dark curly hair. As soon as he came near me, my vagina got all wet. This
doesn’t tend to happen so spontaneously. Without considering any of the other on the list besides height, I decided that this was my man.
Chad Angers never capitalized nor punctuated. He had a very
long, hard dick. I remember feeling it through his grey sweatpants, the kind
Simon would have had to wear at his morphine studies. And once I saw his dick
in his loft apartment in a secret neighbourhood. I’m not sure why I was there
but Chad Angers took his pants off and his dick was hard and in my face. We
were up in his bed. To get there, you had to climb up a ladder. Rapunzel Penis.
That was the closest we ever got to having sex. I am pretty sure I never put
his dick in my mouth. I feel like this
would have left a bigger impression.
That time in the loft was the last time I saw Chad Angers. A
few months later, he called me and invited me to a movie. I said no. He hung
up, then called me back yelling.
“You’re the worst shit stroke of bad luck that ever happened
to me.” Some people might say that up until then, Chad Angers had had a lucky
life. Others wouldn’t. I wouldn’t. Years before I met him, Chad Angers drove
his bike down a hill and ran into a tree. He hit his head and spent a whole
month in a coma. Meeting me is either better than spending a month in a coma,
or worse.
When I first met Chad Angers, for some reason I thought his
name was Chad Angell. I always believed that this would have made all the
difference. The End.
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I wish I were disciplined enough to make things instead of just rambling incoherently and never polishing or finishing anything.
The children at the Montessori School polish glass, wood,
brass and silver. The silver is not
really silver. Silver and aluminum and stainless steel all go into the same
category. Same with brass, copper and any other brown metal. In French all the
brown metals are called cuivre. In the dictionary cuivre’s first translation is
copper. It used to be that the Montessori children would polish all the brown
metal objects with licorice flavoured toothpaste, the natural kind without
fluoride. There was a brass and/or copper boot, a brass and/or copper dog and a
brass and/or copper mouse. For whatever reason, when the children covered the
objects with the licorice toothpaste, the toothpaste would turn green. Most of
the time, they would use so much toothpaste that you wouldn’t be able to tell
what kind of surface they were polishing. I can’t remember if they were
supposed to remove the toothpaste with a q-tip or a toothbrush. A toothbrush
makes sense. Either way, they did a relatively terrible job. Now the Montessori
directress has switched them over to some official metal polish. She gives the
children individual servings of metal polish since they can’t be trusted to
take a reasonable amount. Typically, children are not all that reasonable. Does
that mean they are unreasonable?
***
The Montessori directress let me keep the extra licorice
flavoured toothpaste. I forgot it in Halifax when I moved away. The Boatman
told me that he uses it, even though it tastes a bit disgusting and doesn’t
really clean your teeth.
Post-Script:
Hair Elastics, Deodorant, and Dental Floss. In
my life, I have found that these items exist in either great abundance or
complete scarcity. Right now I am experiencing a period of relative abundance.
Though maybe I could do with a little more floss.
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