What the hell happened? New years 2011 I remember pulling Tarot cards that were a bit ominous, the Seven of Swords or something, and getting so drunk I kinda blanked on what me and my friends got up to in the secret attic-den in the back of our apartment. Deep shit or acrobatics or just guitars and whiskey sours, probably. But the point is, I once lived with 8 (+) people on a key street corner in the Mile End part of Montreal, and life was easy and thoughtless. I had a boring job I was perfect at. I had a boyfriend who was intriguing but not quite right for me. I saw my family intermittently and I went out dancing sometimes. It was a good life. I had time and space to make art.
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