Michael MonnierAcross the street.
Pants at knee level.
Fully sloppy.
He tries to tidy himself up.
On the sidewalk.
Belly naked.
He runs into the eyes of a curious journalist.
Surprised.
He winces a childish peek-a-boo.
His gravelly voice bounces on Montreal’s downtown concrete buildings.
He laughs out loud.
Across the street.
