Basic Account, Created on 1 May 2005 (#6982950), Last updated on 3 January 2012 [Gift]
I LOVE but I havent got my PO BOX anymore, so if you want to snail-mail, email me to ask for my postal address. I cant just post it here for any maniak to come attack me & my cat while we sleep . . .
Many years ago, I met a Tiger on a rainy Monday night. An Old Tiger.
I Loved this Tiger and he Loved me. But a Tiger, though he loves you, though he only wants to play, will kill you when he claws.
I had to fly away ... ... if only for a while. [He's the Bill to my Beatrix. And NO, Bill does NOT die at the end... you'll see. One day, there's gonna be the Kill Bill 3 and everyone is gonna have to reckon' I was fuckin' right. Love of my Life, we will be together. Soon. Mon Amour Ma Vie.
This is my friend Marcel. He's 73 and my life-long neighbour. Accordion player, he loves eating, hot-dogs, music, the radio, horses, cats, boats, kites, fireworks, summer fairs, ice cream, baloney, talking to people & having fun.
This is my home:
On the South shore ; Lévis :