“The Harlequin’s Carnival” by Joan Miro
Re: Secret project code named GNAY
Peering through the penthouse keyhole, I managed to upload this photo before Hell’s Angel security smashed my phone and roughed me up. This bizarre “Alien Mardi Gras” raging on the top floor of a Cambie neighbourhood heritage home is happening right now, unbeknownst to the unsuspecting general public (GenPub). Even the super-rich and super-smart guest/attendees on the lower floors seem a little unsettled by the constant pounding of 24 hour techno-pop and the constant aroma of frying potatoes. My cover may be blown, as this morning, Jay Z (a huge GNAY fan and collector!), appeared to catch my eye, as I delivered a tray of my scrumptious pain de chocolat to the breakfast buffet. His body guard immediately…
Dispatch terminated