ok. so i’m giving this another try and this time i’m lying through my teeth. you will read ‘candy’ on the customs sticker. pay no attention to the sticker. the sticker is a lie (i’ve learned my lesson well). would i send you candy? no, i would not. but i am sending you something very very sweet. the last canada post fiasco was complete bullshit if you ask me and though it pisses me off to no end to think of some jerk off drinking YOUR whiskey, i am extremely grateful to mr. j stew for sacrificing one of his very own purchases for your tasting pleasure. so voilà. how do you like them candy?
i think i am mostly sad that you didn’t receive the letter i sent with the last package and being somewhat hungover (on the whisk whask, as it were) i hardly have the energy nor mental capacity to even try to replicate the genius of my last letter, which was written while i was drunk if memory serves.
but i will take a second to say this… i miss you kids and although i can’t say i’m relishing the fact that i have to come back to montreal in 4 short weeks (london really is starting to feel like home)… what i am looking forward to is spending the night on a rooftop with the likes of you fools and talking about all manners of things like where the summer went (where DID it go?) until the sun comes up (as opposed to when the cows come home, which may never happen don’t ya know?).
and that there is my cue, folks.
bon voyage.
