I can't stand how fake most people are, folks. Seriously. And when you live in Canada, ninety nine percent of the people you meet are so fake, they're plastic. My name is Jean-Robert Blanchet. A big and tall young Black man of Haitian descent living in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. I moved to Ottawa from my native City of Boston, Massachusetts, a year ago. I'm taking up Criminology at Carleton University. I miss Metropolitan Boston terribly and I think Ottawa sucks, just like the rest of Canada. As soon as I get my degree, I'll return to Boston in a flash. I have a year and a half to do with the school stuff. Until then, I must endure living here.
It's going to be the first summer where I don't roam the beaches like a dog on the prowl. They don't have beaches in Ottawa. Just some lakes. Damn. I am wickedly bored here. I miss the Boston Rex Sox. I also miss the Boston Celtics and the New England Patriots professional football team. I can't stand the Ottawa Senators. That's why I try to keep busy. I work as Division Manager of a Security company downtown and they pay me twenty five bucks per hour. Not bad, considering I don't really have much in the way of bills to pay. My cell phone costs me twenty five bucks a month as long as I don't go over my minutes. I pay three hundred and eighty bucks a month for my apartment, and another two hundred bucks for groceries. Life is okay for me these days, I guess.
Canada really sucks. I miss my folks, man. My father Antoine Blanchet is a Sergeant with the Boston Police Department. My mother Lenora Jean Blanchet is a schoolteacher at Boston Community High School. We lived in a nice house in the Hyde Park neighbourhood of Boston. A nice, friendly area. Surrounded by middle-class African-American and Hispanic families. I miss Metropolitan Boston's great diversity and openness. I can't stand the Confederation of Canada. It's too damn White and bigoted. At least that's my opinion of the whole damn thing.
Before moving into my apartment near Baseline Station in Nepean, a suburb of Ottawa, I lived in Orleans. My uncle Vincent Blanchet lives in the town of Orleans with his wife Myra and their collegiate daughters, Micah and Myrna. I thought it would be cool to stay with relatives while studying in Ottawa. I had a job so I helped them out with utility bills and groceries. Unfortunately, my uncle and his family got on my nerves. A lot. They're so annoying, nosy and fussy. I couldn't stand to live with them. So I left and got my own place. I live alone now and there's less drama. I like it like that. Now I can do my thing. Like having a social life.
The chicks in this town aren't bad-looking. And there are quite a few brazen sluts here. Not a problem at all for me. These Canadian bitches aren't as hot as Los Angeles chicks or those sexy Atlanta women but they can get the job done. It's summertime and I'm trying to make the best of it. The thing is that the women of Ottawa are horny sluts and the guys in this town are too busy playing Hockey or drinking Maple Syrup to handle their 'masculine' business. That's why American guys get so much pussy out here, it's not even funny. Just tell an Ottawa chick that you're American and she'll drop her panties. Of course, I'm exaggerating a little but not by much.
Right now, I'm diddling this Canadian chick named Faith Bernice. She's around six-foot-three and kind of curvy, with dirty blonde hair and pale gray eyes. Faith is a big woman, folks. Quite possibly the biggest broad at the University of Ottawa. This dame weighs 310 pounds! I'm not usually into fat White chicks but Faith has a really nice ass. She's kind of pleasantly plump with big tits and wide hips, so that explains her big round ass. White chicks in Canada aren't as flat-bottomed as White chicks in the United States of America. Maybe the cold air of Canada does them some good, I don't know. I met Faith Bernice while undergoing supervisory training for Universal Security Force, the company we both work for. She's from Winnipeg, one of the Whitest provinces of lily-White Canada. I don't think she's around a lot of black men most of the time. That's why she was looking at me funny. At first I thought she was a racist or something. Turns out she was kind of horny. Well, I helped her with that.
Faith Bernice lives in Barrhaven, another quiet suburb of Ottawa. I took the OC Transpo Bus to go see her. She's usually really sweet to me, cooking stuff for me and also helping me out from time to time. I think she's an okay person but I only want sex from her, though. Just a booty call, you know what I'm saying? I didn't come to Canada to get hitched. I find Canadians to be annoying, bigoted and quite boring. Their obsession with Hockey gets on my last bloody nerve. And their fake smiles and cold stares occasionally make me cringe. However, since I'm here for a while, I might as well have some fun.
