Jeune Street

Samuel Benoit is a friend in Ottawa, and a legend in Southeast Asia. He visited some countries here, but somehow even people who don't know him know him. Apparently there is a cat in Vietnam named Sam, owned by a family, and it acquired a connection to Sam Benoit. That's the kind of guy Sam is.

If you want to know more about Sam, read his account of his last night of university. It's the most entertaining thing I've read all week, nay, all month:

Between the ages of 14 and 17, staying up all night and into the next day was my idea of a great time. Me and my best friend Seamus McGrath would even boast about it to each other and to other friends. "So, how much sleep did you get last night? Oh me? Hmmm, let me count them out..." then we would count our fingers until abruptly shouting "NONE!" All-nighters lost their appeal as I got older, but they still do occur in cases of last minute packing and essay writing. Last last Thursday night, on my last night of my last undergraduate degree, before my last exam, having to finish my last edit of my last assignment, I had a night of firsts.