She threw the can of stain at the wall. I’m angrier than I’ve ever been at her. I’m leaving for a few hours to clear my head. I’m tired of [ … ]
Category: Story
Making stuff up to say something: “a good story always tells the truth within a lie.”
When the shit hits the fence
I miss Montreal’s “franglais”. Everyone speaks their own language fully, and a bit of the other (only a few are truly bilingual). A francophone mate of mine (whose English is [ … ]