it seems "newspaperman" Cash Logan at the Purgatory Picayune has decided to publish a host of lies about my time in Montreal. let me respond to some egregious points; i leave the rest to our litigious bicep.
1. i did not threaten the staff of Le Hotel Champlain. when a weatherman forecasts a storm, he is not threatening the public. likewise with my warnings.
2. i was not wearing a burger king crown. i do not eat fast food. it was a prop crown acquired for me by a local graffiti artist. yes, i said artist.
3. somehow the single pump action shotgun i borrowed from Vic has blossomed, in the imagination of "newspaperman" Cash Logan, into a "massive arsenal including a grenade launcher"-this is patent falsehood.
4. i never discharged my weapon at any animate objects.
5. there are no grounds for "Mr." Logan to question the reported ages of my two female companions. the discussion of canadian age of consent laws was frankly gratuitous.
6. secondly, i said companions. they were not "hostages".
7. Mr. Panini's much publicized friendship with several prominent members of the National Assembly had nothing to do with my so-called "escape from legal repercussions". once again Mr. Logan, you assume too much. why assume corruption where the explanation of a commonsensical approach to law enforcement would suffice? i think we could learn a thing or two from the quebecois. let us all raise high the fleur de lis in respect.
8. i don't know where this whole kitten thing came from and i'm not going to dignify it with a response.
recently it seems Vic felt fit to accuse me of "getting caught with three kilos of blow, five well-trained monkeys and 20 pounds of zebra meat at the border". i assume this is a joke. let me remind him that he loaned me the firearm and that trafficking in exotic animals and the meat of exotic animals sounds like Vic Graine to me. time for a bedtime story: there's a man in distress and his friend and colleague pressures him into smuggling contraband, furthermore drugging him in order to weaken his will. somehow it explodes into a media story, but in order to protect his friend/colleague said distressed man doesn't "squeal".
or does he? moral of the story, it's not his choice, it's the colleague's.
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It's so good to have you back! Did you get the book I left for you at the hospital? I would have come in to your room but they wouldn't let me. Anyways the book is about underground electronic music in the 80s and it talks about Manchester! I thought you might like it.
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