I have amazing friends.
Without them, I would be eating cardboard by the middle of the month, getting drunk by mixing Windex with Tang, or chugging bottles of Listerine, and enjoying snow on a 17 inch B&W TV while I licked pictures of popcorn.
It was one of these friends who made it possible for me to endure stepping out into what I can only describe as a Montreal Winter in the normally mild confines of Toronto, not once, but twice, last week.
Why?
Because he secured invites to a party for and tickets to a screening of a documentary about a time and place and group of people that has been 20 years in the making…and invited me along.
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