This post is dedicated to my Montreal friends. I know they haven’t really been mentioned much on this site (or at all), and I attribute that to 1) this site’s purpose as a chronicle of my time in China and 2) my hesitation to post the stories and pictures that will likely void any run for public office in the future.
But I have to admit it: these awesome people are a big part of my life, no matter what part of the planet I’m currently calling home. They fully deserve a hallowed place in the pages of Ape Rifle, and I’ve decided to give them one. A question remains: how do I do them justice? I could wax on about friendship and life bonds and all the good times spread across several years and eastern Canadian cities, but I have a feeling that would just get too sappy. I could talk about how, despite all the partying, we have managed to make respectable young men of ourselves, be it at Ohio State, as an accountant, in law school or here in London. I could talk about how the first of the four is turning 25 next month, a milestone which I find rather scary (especially since the years have gone by so damned fast). When you’ve known people since childhood, there is a lot to talk about.
But, as someone once said, talk is cheap. So here’s a picture. Ladies and gentlemen, the future elite of Canada hard at work….
Words fail me
And lest that sketchy bastard presently living in Serbia thinks I’ve forgotten about him, well, he’s got another thing coming. One of my best friends since high school, times are never boring (nor pretty) when he’s around. From sessions at Mad Hatters to a variety of half-baked plots to take over the world, this outstanding gentleman (cough…cough…) has always been there for a great chat, a beer and a good insult or two. Unfortunately, his time in the Balkans meant he was unable to join us in Montreal over the holidays. So we caused trouble in Belgrade instead.
The future dictators of some small, unlucky island nation
Here’s to you, gentlemen.