Bitch Please

I show you the streets of Montreal at night. All the shops on Rue St-Denis are closed and the sidewalks are empty. The second-floor windows, however, tell a different story: they are alive with the flickering shadows of people dancing; the music reaches us. We walk north, towards the Plateau.

You tell me you don't want to go to Club Bitch in your outfit. I show you a side street, with stores that sell slightly more extravagant clothes. In a shopping gallery, I peer into one store and see a shirt that would look great on me. I point it out to you but you are not interested; you'd rather flick through the clothes rail someone forgot outside the shop.

Some of Montreal's supermarkets stay open 24-hours. We go into one, and while waiting in line to pay for something, your song "I Want It" comes on the radio.

Back on the streets, heading back to Club Bitch. The free weekly newspaper Mirror, which can be found in every bar and street corner, is packaged this week as an orange juice carton. I'm surprised to see they are using a photo of Ryan on its cover. I drink some of the orange juice and it tastes good. I wonder if Ryan has kept a few cartons at home as souvenirs. I wonder if I should take some cartons home with me.