In one of my group chats we’re discussing how our youngest (26) member and his cohort didn’t really get to be weird, messy, underemployed/broke 20-something dirtbags having wild mis/adventures in the big city while figuring out who they were.

Q: Was that a thing for you? Did you do this?

Just found out a friend died. He was a good guy. Kind. Welcoming. We were part of an extended universe that revolved around a Montreal alt-weekly and a Montreal dive bar. Naturally, I looked at old photos tonight. Lots of stories in those photos. Lots of love, drama, and life.

Rest well, bud.