Get out of here !

I realized moving into my little Roy St. East appartment, that Montreal was immenselly boring. Seen from the city center it appears clogged up with Sushi stores, though I love them, expensive sound equipment, though I envy it, few record stores, except second hand ones, classy stores with price tags to match the profile. Here, in case you too wanna immigrate, the night life spells out eleven o'clock, apart from some clubs which I doubt get busy, ambient paranoia (looking at people, making friends, you got something coming...in the realm of disillusion). I was born here, 1968, thenv adopted in France and came back a married man in 2002. I spent my childhood and my teenagehood idealizing Canada, my "home country" and refusing to consider myself French...all Canada glamourized, possibly because of my unhappy, withdrawn, cumbersome childhood. Coming here was a huge step, hopes were high and...now I wanna leave, honest people, the dingiest bars in Marseille or Aix-en-Provence are hip compared to the numb dumb canuck culture. I started romanticizing on my 20's, house parties, serial girl-catching, the humour and the level of education of Europe in general (I did not write "intelligence", by the way!) The warm European feel, etc. I lived in England and the club scene of Montreal is shameful if you consider cities of 50,000-100,000 unhabitants, ten times steamier, cooler, musically wise pub-cafe culture over-Atlantic. Having left my wife in 2005 I am still to pull a single girl. I did not really try, mind you but the ambient cold face style makes chatting to strangers a hazard. While in Toronto I had to retain from looking into people's eyes or "chatting up" which are there hazardous, socially unacceptable...socially unacceptable...True fact!..... In the evening, say twelve midnight there will be about 3 coffee places and a handfull of entertainment places open here. In Marseille or Aix, the majority of entertainment joints just gets warmed up at 11pm. Here the city is mostly asleep by 11:30. I am sorry mum, people, the country has said it all as far as I am concerned. I find myself also romanticizing about my Thailand honeymoon, the temples, the price of food, the status of visitor which means the whole traffic stops if a white person wants to cross over, true thing! I am sorry to be fed up, Canada, the exterior of Canada is calling me...I give you 3 month and then I begone. Ah! La Canebiere, "Le bistrot aixois", the beaches filling up from May, T-shirt weather, french kissing and sounding smart, dating and getting high or drunk as a lifestyle. The appartment shouted "I give you 4 month, get out of here, you worm!" So I will, Bangkok ? Ah London's Chinatown, West Ends, a pint of beer in the hand talking nonsense to people who also talk nonsense in a crowded bar...I have maple syrup, Tv culture and generallized numbness...Get me out of here you freak!