4:01 - We depart Kingston. On our way out of town we see the Kings Court Fashion Outlet mall. Hand to god, the only three stores they have are Adidas, Nike and Laura Petites.
5:35 - Just woke up from a nap while listening to Tori's new album. All that clarinet's gotta be good for something.
5:40 - Bored shitty Internet. Start playing Hocus Pocus. Marvel at life.
5:42 - Officially arrive in Quebec and the first person I see is... an Asian. That must be some Doctor Who shit right there.
5:58 - Have to stop playing. Flaming-throwing alligators and homicidal monks are hard on the eyes.
6:09 - Contemplate how lovely it is to be in the country away from all that concrete, also if a motorcycle in French is still called a 'porc'.
6:50 - Arrive at the bus terminal in downtown Montreal. The city smells like garbage. Suck on that, Leslieville. There's a new dump-smelling bitch on the block and she comes with poutine!
12: 30 the following day - Walking down a side street in the rain with bright red and gold maple leaves strewn about the ground. I can't help but think how unfathomably different and likely better my life would have been had I chosen Montreal over Toronto three years ago.