Quand je prends le vélo pour aller au bureau, le meilleur chemin pour rentrer chez moi c'est prendre Jeanne Mance en direction nord, pour éventuellement rejoindre le parc du Mont Royal et la rue Côte-Saint-Catherine.
Des fois, à causes de festivals, Saint-Catherine est fermée aux vélos au niveau de la Place-des-Arts et je dois faire un détour. Ça ne me dérange pas, mais j'aimerais ça le savoir d'avance.
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There was a fire in my neighborhood at 2am and the noise woke me up so I went out to see.
I took a photo to show my kin in the morning and this little cunt leaning on a car with his little cunt friend asked for the photo. After I asked whether it was for clout or he was a journalist(obviously not) I told him I would not send him the photo with a dismissive "nah".
Wlaked in front, looked at the scene some more and walked right by them to go home, the guy called me clout man (Granted, I should've just kept walking, but I'm morbidly allergic to bullying) I turn around I tell him to fuck off, the guy dropped his backpack and pulled a knife and asked "Do you want to die tonight?" Stupid question with a real fast and easy answer "No" and I walked away. Immediately pulled my phone and called 911..in plain view of perps and I kept walking in a perpendicular direction. The cops were as useful as a toaster can be in this situation and told me to call again if I see them. (Already assuming they won't find them tonight because they had run away...great response time though.)
So be careful out there with these young clout-chasing-mumble-rapping-idiots who think that's how you prove your manhood.
This was in a nice (upscale) calm and very residential neighborhood in Saint-Laurent..or so I thought.
Edit: guys, I forgot to mention the kicker. What was it exactly we were looking at? A burning car that the firemen were working on and successfully put off.
First question the cop asked me : " Is it related to the fire?". I told him I didn't know. Everyone that was out was a neighbor or the firemen. A mother and her grown daughter were out looking at. Who doesn't fit?