In which Riot is a big, bougie hypocrite

we're sitting in quite a chic spot in the most beautiful neighborhood in Montreal. You can tell this place has class because everything is decorated in black & red, and the curtains are velvet.
Here we are, in Montreal to celebrate with friends, learn and teach, and patronize the 10th Anarchist bookfair. He we are, drinking coffee, playing chess, and using a laptop in a high class cafe in a sickeningly gentrified neighborhood.
How many punk points do we lose?
I feel like maybe I should be sleeping in a bush to balance out for this. Sort of like buying carbon credits with your air plane ticket. Maybe I'm over analyzing this?
Laura Bee is writing something beautiful on a napkin. Laurie and Peter are playing a beautiful game of chess, and I am at ease.
Maybe this city isn't so bad?
Maybe I can overlook the fact that in the last week in Halifax I found both a sushi dumpster and an ice cream dumpster?
Maybe I'll be so alone here, but since it will have been my decision I wont spend 3 months resenting my self and my mind. Maybe instead I will embrace and expand my mind, learn to love myself, and develop any sort of latent potential I've got.
Maybe I'll go crazy and bail and go running back to my daddy.
Shall we take bets?