Peter Sagar is waking up somewhere in Montreal, probably next to his girlfriend, probably with a cat asleep on his chest. Laying next to him is probably a rolled up piece of tinfoil containing weed, a gameboy colour, a half-chewed pack of tums, and a cell phone (service provider: fido). After arising to greet the mid-afternoon he's probably hitting his guitar along with his bong. Let's all put our hands together and thank god Peter is in his room somewhere doing something fresh.