Eric F.-X. Perrault3 minThe big knife versus my little thumbMy father had the habit of taking me to the woods from an early age. Six years old, to be precise. Back then, one didn’t have to drive...
Eric F.-X. Perrault2 minThat steel pipe in my eyeBack when I was eight years old, I lived with my mother on Gatineau street , where I was allowed to go out and play within a one-block...
Eric F.-X. Perrault3 minThe Jello Martini Bar incidentMy lifelong friend Marion has a wonderful son named Thomas, whom I’ve known all of his life. He’s now in his forties. Growing into a fine...