Thursday, February 14, 2013


When I lived in BC in 05, I met Noemi aka Noe. We laughed, and cried, and got fucked over by some douche in NYC after selling Christmas trees for 35 days in the streets. But we had one thing in common, that kept us going, all those cold nights, hungry and bathroom-less mornings, trying to find a hole to shit in, sometimes using buckets in plain site of millionaires walking to wallstreet.

We had Ferry.

At fifty-three minutes, we called it the Christmas Song.

Thanks to youtube, now, you can all hear it.


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