This is what Montesquieu looked like. Whenever I would hold a cricket bat in my hand he’d make these puppy dog eyes, as if he wants to be spared of the brutality of the pain that the bat can inflict. Oh, how I miss you my sweet Montesquieu!
This morning I woke up with a phone call. Who needs alarm clocks when there are people who can annoy you more? Then I got ready a bit, and when I came out I saw Montesquieu in a weird posture. I taught him how to do many tricks, such as handstands, candlestands, juggling with 4 chainsaws and balancing 3 snowballs one on top of the other. With his nose. But this one was something I had not seen before. It’s like a tractor turned upside down. That was his state.