Dear Diary,

Yesterday, on the 55 St. Laurent bus vers nord, a short scrappy type man was causing quite the commotion. He had a beard. Beat up jacket. Stained and strained everything else. He smelled. You could say he did not have a particular home to go to, yet he acted like he had to go somewhere by asking a young atttactive lady if this bus was going to Jarry park.

Then he sat down on a seat and put his head down on the next seat. He got bored of that after two seconds so he grabbed the bus pole and started humping to it and dancing erotically. He went up and down and even laid down. “Nice moves!” Said a jockish-hipster type man.

My stop was coming very shortly. Then I left before things got out of hand.

Then I went home and worked on music.

The end.