The things a man notices when he's sitting bored in his university library, I tell you. My name is Charles Pierre LeGrand and I'm a young Black man of Haitian descent living in the City of Ottawa, province of Ontario. I was born on the island of Haiti in 1989 and my family moved to Ontario, Canada, in 1999. I've been living here ever since. As far as urban areas, the City of Ottawa is the most boring one in North American history, that's for sure. We call it the town that fun forgot, and with good reason. I'm a computer science major at Carleton University, and like most of my classmates, I'm bored to hell and resort to all sorts of ways to make my own fun.
So here I was, on the second floor of the university library, trying to convince myself to stop procrastinating and do the sociology assignment due in two weeks. Between Facebook, YouTube and WebCT, guess which sites I found more interesting. If you guessed the first two, you should give yourself a bloody cookie. Anyhow, I was rubbing sleep from my eyes that Tuesday afternoon when I spotted my erstwhile friend Wasfiyah Muhammad walking by. I met Wasfiyah last year through some mutual friends. She's a six-foot-tall, dark-skinned and absolutely stunning, curvaceous young Black woman straight from the motherland of Africa. The chick has the brains of an Einstein, a body tantalizingly hot that reminds me of Serena Williams, and a killer booty that just won't quit. How I overlooked her to chase that dumb Jamaican broad Eva, I'll never know. I got no excuse for that one, guys. I was stone cold sober when I made that colossal mistake.
