New York City, USA.

The words "massive explosion" are not ones that you want to hear in the same sentence as "congested business area" or "right down the street".

There's a giant hole in the ground about thirty feet away from my window.

Apparently, it's was a buildup of steam.

I know nothing about how steam works. What I do know is that it took me ninety minutes to convince the police to let me into my hotel last night. The corner of Lexington avenue and 41st street is destroyed .

Room service tasted like asbestos.

People in New York are able to deal with anything. I expect someone to be outside selling T-shirts later on this afternoon.

New Jersey, USA.

"In the day we sweat it out in the streets of a runaway American dream. At night we ride through mansions of glory in suicide machines. Sprung from cages out on highway 9,Chrome wheeled, fuel injected and steppin' out over the line. Baby this town rips the bones from your back. It's a death trap, it's a suicide rap. We gotta get out while we're young... 'Cause tramps like us, baby we were born to run."

Montreal, Quebec.

Three days. Two bachelors. One murder.

An amazing weekend in French Canada. A collection of my best friends and a room full of strangers wearing white.

All in all, a truly memorable weekend.

Montreal is without a doubt, the most fascinating place on earth.

I can't begin to explain all the highlights. Perhaps it was the thirty thousand people in the park for the Manu Chao show at the Montreal Jazz Fest. Perhaps it was the all night party at the Pound. Perhaps it was just the moment I realized that it was all actually happening.

Of course, narrowly avoiding getting shot in the streets of St. Henri was definitely unforgettable. We stumbled back to our place and heard some loud bangs. I figured it was just Canada Day fireworks.... then we saw the police cars and ambulance pull up alongside the building.

I'm extremely lucky to have such good friends and wonderful timing.