Albino lives in tree deep in Angrignon Park

I've got to confess that I ..uh..sorta got lost in Angry Nun Park in the pouring rain on Saturday afternoon. I was walking on De Laverendrye and snuck in through a hole in the fence at the Southwest corner of the park and was soon on the path to know-wear and was descended upon by hungry tag teams of ravenous squirrels emboldened undoubtedly by their staggering numerical superiority. There were a few black squirrels which aren't incredibly rare anymore, but I found this little albino squirrel and as you know I have a longstanding albino fetish. (them's words that'll bring a few search engines here). When these critters realized I slung no squirrel dope they lost interest in me, the lousy little buggers and let me off the hook. My attempt to access the metro met resistance in a large lake, which sadly had no bridge. I ended up walking in the mud and rain for quite a while, ending up an empty field which a neighbour tells me is owned by the local cegep, and she hopes they don't develop it, although it was pretty useless and stark. So I exited Angrignon Park nowhere near the Angrignon metro and ended up catching a hack with a Sikh.who moved here in 1977 from Ludhiana. I tried to convince him that the era of educational deferred gratification is over and kids should just go to work at 18 in blue collardom nowadays, but he didn't concur. We changed the subject to hookers on St. James Street West, apparently the closure of the seedier motels has led to the demise of the flesh peddling female. Maybe that huge overall drop in testosterone has lowered demand. Here's a brief film of my struggle in the Angrignon forest.

Lost in the rain in Angry Nun Park from Megaforce on Vimeo.