On Day 3 we stopped in Hartland right across the highway from where I crashed my car that time. Someone found a bluebag full of day-old donuts and bagels. Woo hoo, we are eating like kings. I knew we were on the road to Montreal because Arcade Fire was playing in the convenience store.

Dave was driving on the way into Montreal and he scared the shit out of everyone because he couldn’t stop sightseeing. Whenever Dave’s driving, he seems to start off every sentence with “Lookathat!” which is usually a preface for sheer terror on the part of the passengers as the van veers into the wrong lane. Finally he clipped someone’s rear view mirror and that seemed to mellow him out a little bit.

The van stayed overnight on Clark Street Sketchy Crackhead Alley and the plan was, two guys would sleep in the van and in the morning we’d move it to a safer neighbourhood. But instead the boys got up and got drunk at 11AM and headed off to the anarchist bookfair, so Adam scooted downtown and by the time he got there the side window was already smashed out. Later on I heard that Windom Earle got to play at a wicked house party but I spent most of my Saturday evening being sober and babysitting a van with a hole in it.