Boire et Baigner

This is a story of the whale. In Quebec City, I rented a moped on my day off. It was expensive, but my feet hurt and I knew I’d see nothing of the city unless I had wheels. I delegated my cook’s duties to one of my ship’s deckhands. I wanted to be with my friends on the ships, I wanted to spend time with the boy I’m hopelessly in love with who doesn’t love me back, I wanted to drink and talk boats, but I also was on a mission, I was on fire; I wanted to go up into the city on the hill...