Hello from Canada!
While everyone was sitting around waiting for the Canuck immigration site to come back online, I took the opportunity to grow a dirt-smear, handlebar crumb catcher, grab a 12-rack of Lablatt cans and head north. (Movember is so much more than just men’s health. It’s also about finding the appropriate country for political asylum.)
They barely asked for my passport at the border, eh. Just shotgunned a can of “blue” while humming “God Save the Queen” and they were convinced I was local.
Got a job at Casino de Montreal as a greeter and am planning some collaboration with these funny fuckers.
Quebec trumps hate.