I woke up this morning to the most fantastic email from my best friend, comic genius and non-stripper, Gen. I’d like to share it with you.

yo girl
i had this dream last night that you and i were strippers/performers in post-apocalyptical montreal. i’ve dreamt about montreal in that way before, where everything is sloping into the river and in shambles. IT was nuts. we used this crappy stage in an old banquet hall, and our get-ups were mostly made of sheets and bathing suits. when i finally got up the courage to be naked the WHOLE crowd was men from our respective high schools. you were unafraid, but i left my sheer ugly nightgown on. someone threw loonies at us, and then the show was over. your ex-girlfriend came to pick you up because she had a motorcycle, and i stayed in the building to steal food from the banquet hall freezer.

CRAZY EH?

Je t’aime.