Shiloh: 004

Oh hey look who it is. Alternate universe Sawyer. Maybe he’s turned over a new leaf in Shiloh. I bet that’s the case. Look at that swell guy.

Some of you have expressed interest in how Flynn and I met – and that’s a winding story for another day, but in the meantime I can tell you about our adventure to London. Like just the knockoff city of London, in Canada. The lame London. Sorry if you’re from there, both because of what I just said and because of what’s coming next.

The plan was to go to an indie concert – a band called Mother Mother, and London happened to be about halfway between us. Holy shit I don’t even know where to start this story it’s honestly so fucking weird. I’m actually just going to list what happened montage-style because I’m realizing there isn’t even a proper narrative thread here.

Things to do in London, ON:

Stay at a hotel where the doorman is dressed like a jester for some reason.
Wander the streets trying to find a bar whose only entrance is in an unmarked alleyway.
Watch in awe as Flynn sweet-talks a bunch of Canadians into sharing their random balcony couch with us for the duration of the concert.
Miss meeting the band because Flynn convinced you not to step out for a smoke before the set started.
Accidentally group up with some dumb loud Americans on account of also being dumb loud Americans.
Meet Condom Man. Yes. A guy literally dressed as a condom, handing out condoms.
Ditch your new group when they become awkwardly obsessed with Condom Man.
Go to a sad country bar with the intention of scratching Flynn’s karaoke itch.
Leave sad country bar when a big creepy guy begins either flirting with or threatening Red, we’re still not sure.
Bitch until Flynn agrees to go on a quest for more cigarettes.
Fuck right out of downtown early and get drunk in the hotel room instead.

Seriously, stop being so weird, London … and that’s ME saying that.
- [RED]