Has Montréal Become a Thrird World Country?

 

 

Just about anyone else would have called the police, and since I see the little puss heads ever regularly since that night, then I guess just about anyone would have gotten them arrested, and laid charges. And after having wasted numerous hours sitting in the back of a patrol car, waiting for the naughty little boys to get their slap on the wrists, they would have been asked to go home and sit tight until the audience date. So that on that a bleak morning, when juvenile court finds time, you will have done all this, to sit in the courtroom and watch your aggressors give you the finger as court releases them in front of your eyes…

There’s nothing wrong with this scenario, except for the fact that, in my case. I’ve lived my adult life on the other side of that fence we call the law, and in my world things get dealt with differently. What happened to me on that stupid night deserves something I not dare pronounce here… That’s my life! But no! Of course I will not pursue in their vein. I have fathered children, today older than these poor little chaps in need of a little self-esteem faced with the ultimate dilemma of ignorance, to steal from the poor or to steal from the rich… What a tough decision to make, that must be, for six near to be adults?

The other disturbing aspect of this bag of laughs is that men like me, having travelled most of their life, and lived in far tougher cities than this one, usually; just to be on the safe side, carry an open exacto-blade in their right pocket, just for this type of eventuality. If that had been the case on that weary night, then I would probably be signed up for an even ten year stint in a penitentiary, while two or more high school kids would lay in a morgue, or hospital… And I would have the wrath of their parents bestowed upon me, just for safe measure. I would be the bad guy…

Only thing that really still bugs me, (utterly still repudiates me) is the way these (big bad tough) twits reacted makes me truly believe that they could just as easily, also, rape our daughters, just to show how tough they really are… 3,4,5,6 on one. Between them, who knows what goes down, most of these GI-Joes have never even gotten laid, and they go smashing around old wooden cruisers like me, in the rain. For thirty stinking dollars each?

As for me, I was entitled to six, and none made it in my underwear… It is my opinion that this type of domestic animal needs to be kept in a cage; I was the victim of a video game where the animal aims to kill real people… Indeed: Six upcoming creeps to steal a lousy 180$ from a forty-seven year old undernourished artist with a grey beard, wearing baggy clothes, all of a hundred and thirty-six pounds soaked in the sudden rain, with his head peeking through the clouds looking for Venus for some help from the sky… The old globetrotter who simply answered:

-Here take my money man! This is Plateau Mt Royal, we’re not going to make it a third world country tonight, – where life has no value… What does life mean to you…?

But yet, after a quick head spin I knew that none of these baby Al Capone’s have ever lived more than a couple of days at their relatives, elsewhere, than in this rich garden, for notwithstanding their foreign features, all of them spoke Québécois better than me.

I made it instantly, loudly clear, that it was cool! And this, I did in both of our official languages… Tout est cool, j’vais vider mes poches O.K….?

I handed over every single twenty dollar bill; I emptied my pockets wilfully, big smile on my face… I’ve been around, man!

Scariest part of it is; that’s when it all really started. That is precisely when my glasses smashed on my nose… When all hell broke loose… Once I handed my lousy 180$ to their gritty little mitts, they needed my wallet, – but to get to there, they were going to have to work for it. And as the violence climaxed, I felt for certain they suddenly needed my underwear… Because when I dragged AI, their mighty master, hands down on the pavement, some started kicking me around, trying to pull at my hair, scratching me, meanwhile the others stole my wallet from my knapsack then threw my bag back at me… Running off like rabbits, not even bothering to pick up their leader, lying there whimpering at me feet…

One thing I will say to these wannabe’s, is that they are lucky that our government has put away most of the men running the show around these metro stations, because they would not stand there five minutes pretending to do, whatever it is they pretend to do, and that the next man they come across, might have a much shorter fuse than me. And then maybe, just maybe, they’ll become men real quick?! Having said that, as far as I am concerned, this awfully childish incident is now officially closed, and I will never thank enough my intuition to have protected me somewhat during this obvious twist of fate. Lesson learned; this city has become a war zone…

And starting tomorrow I’ll make sure, that when on Plateau Mt Royal, I always carry 250$ (in case they are negotiable) and an extra pair of underwear, white underwear, at the end of a stick?

My peace flag…

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