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.
