Last call at Maple Leaf Gardens Part 3

if you were promoting a sportsbar would you hire a clown?

Is this a trilogy?

Not sure.

Likely a four part thingie.

But if this is the first foolsletter you've read in a while, go back a couple of days and read them first. Lotsa context to catch up on.

Or,

read from here and fill in the blanks yourself.

Both work.

The evening has a funny place in my memory. Much is a blur, and yet, images, sounds smells and sensations come back to me instantly.

The movement of the crowd

Flashing lights on police cruisers

Spotlights on television cameras

Anne singing the anthem

Jostling people

A sea of humanity

Constant jostling

Car horns

Hotdogs

People on the awning waving flags

People on police cars

Pressure on my shoulders

A backpack full of fliers.

A backpack full of fliers?

Oh shit.

We had a job to do.

It was a mission.

OUR MISSION.

We twelve clowns, high as shit on mushrooms were going to save SPORTZMAX! from it’s terrible food, poor interior design and uncomfortable atmosphere by being ‘potentially the second closest sports bar to the new arena’ (JORDO! had an idea, remember?)

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