The first time I saw Castration Movie part 1 was on the couch we broke in Indigo's living room in Montreal. Starting it at midnight, taking unmarked intermissions to get more beer, or just to breath. Finishing it at 5 in the morning and huddling on the concrete porch afterward to smoke the last of our joints in another 30 below snowstorm our week had been populated exclusively by. Doing what we could to pacific ourselves enough to get whatever…