This is a post about the biggest bad ass south of Winnipeg.
On Friday I travelled to St. Pierre-Jolys for a journalism travel assignment. I met Raymond, he's 75 years old.
I asked him if I could take some photos of him. He said he doesn't give a shit. I asked if I could post them online, he doesn't give a shit.
This is La Criblerie (the crib). It's an old boys club, if you get invited there, you've made it. (I guess I've made it.)
"Every day is a party."
It sure is.
"Maybe I know some things."
"You went there? I heard he ate a lightbulb once."
To demonstrate how strong his liquor is, he poured some on his desk and lit it on fire. Everyone panicked as the fire spread, he laughed and said to bring him coffee. He put most of the fire out, but left the embers.
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