It’s a good thing I’m not superstitious or religious, because the scene playing out here on the shore behind the Lac St. Jean Motel might just scare the bejeesus out of any other 65-year-year after a lifetime of cigarettes, beer and all the other things on the list that doctors hate.
Father Lovelace tries to attract his flock with communal beer and cigarette host.
Editor’s note: Gord has gone off on another mad road trip, the car crammed with beer, smokes, guitars and amps, to inflict himself on unsuspecting and long-suffering relatives and friends all over eastern Canada. To ensure readers don’t miss their regular Thursday morning fix, he has left behind a stash of classics—ancient re-runs that are actually brand new because they were never published back in the day (for good reason) and have not been updated.
By Gord Lovelace (from May 2006)
Ottawa full of clap!
Aw, poop—now we’re in trouble.
The press reports this week new stats showing that, while the number of people smoking has dropped in Ottawa, syphilis rates are way up. Continue reading