With just the clothes on my back and in my pack
September 10th 2006 Its 3am, I'm drunk and the wind is blowing through my hair (I need a haircut), I'm about 2m from a huge speaker, and those city lights are twinkling below me. The overriding thoughts running through my head are, Montreal is awesome, exchange rocks and where can I get a kebab.
I'm on top of the 2nd tallest building in Montreal, I though it was the highest, that attractive Dane girl was right damn
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