Esse Homo

You might say what you wanna, but I still think winter sucks.

High fiber diarreah. Walkin' with my running shoes (that I incidentally never use for running, simply because I never run at all) in the slushy Montreal streets can prove to be a fuckin' calvaire. I always try to see the positive aspects of life, and tell myself that the season won't last (which is a fact that's been proven, year after year, since the beginning of time), but I'm still pretty pissed every time I have to go out.

Which is a lot, these days. That might explain a thing or two.

Courses, work. Curses, dork.

You can call him the mango king, but his girlfriend calls me daddy.

People often think they're profound, when they're shallow & pale. Not as pale as the snow filled streets, if you want my opinion. But yet, there's always a light of hope that ignites in the back of my head, illuminating my vision of things. I always give a first chance to shine to everybody I meet. They benefit from a trial period and it's up to them to become friends or to blow it off.

You can expect big changes soon. This blog will get new friends, and become more active. The door will be open, because here at the Jesus Franco Institute, we open our doors to all kinds of whores.