The Dirty Chronicles

     Well after there we headed over to Austin, where I ended up going to jail for 45 days for assault with two other guys and the situation was gay as fuck.   We were walking down Guadalupe St. when some dickhead kicked the dog belonging to one of the guys I was hanging out with. So we tried to beat him up but this guy was fuckin tough as nails, he got the better of the three of us but still called the cops and had us all arrested. What a faggot!   It had been raining for a few days before I got arrested, so I was soaked. My clothes being stapled shut in a paper bag wasn’t a pretty sight after 45 days. They were crusted with mold and the guards only had a pair of gay ass pants to give me, so I walked out of there smelling like shit. The guards they let me out almost puked, ha!   After this my mind is a complete blank, but you can safely assume all I was doing was banging chicks, drinking and shooting up. I remember I crossed the border back ...

  The first night I got to Tucson the guy I had got a ride with bought a hotel room and I stayed the night but I left the next day to get some dope because I was starting to get sick. I was lucky that I ran into an old traveling kid named Spider that was selling dope, so that secured my connection.   I ended up meeting a good friend here Nick named Crusty, who was also from Quebec City, Canada. So we hit off right away and we were always doing dumb shit. This was New Years Eve of what year I could not tell you, but we were drinking with this chick Carolyn, and at some point she took off and we had no clue where she had gone. The next morning we were on our way to Spiders to cop some dope and when we were a block away we ran into someone that was coming from there and told us that the paramedics and cops were at the house and that Carolyn was fuckin dead, she had a fuckin OD. Fuckin shit man! Anyway another one bites the dust. Living on the street and the way we do means t...

  When I got to Calgary, I just made money for booze, smokes and food and found a W.B.D hot shot that took me all the way to Vancouver in a day or so. I ran into a kid that I had met briefly in New Orleans named Jason, or better known as Spit Boy, but we started to shoot dope all day.   See here’s the thing, after your body has had a taste of this shit and you get physically addicted, if you get clean from it, once you start to use again, it will remember this and the general rule is if you use three days in a row, you will be right back at it, sick!   I only stuck around in Vancouver for a couple weeks and then headed out to White Rock to catch a S.B.D back down to the States, but the damage was already done, fuck! When I got into Seattle, I went and made money for some of that shitty tar heroin they have there and headed to Portland before going down to Eugene, I didn’t want to fuck around here because of my warrants for that tagging.   When I got in...

  It was funny as fuck, for me anyway, but we were rolling up in Edmundson, NB which is right on the border with the states, with Greg and Ralf being American they were super paranoid about going through here so when the train stopped ten miles from town they hopped off and asked me to get off with them. I just looked at them like they were fuckin crazy “Hell no, have fun walking.” So they jump off and 15 minutes later, I’m at the crew-change cursing them in my head. I decided I was going to get off and wait for these fuckers. It took them 2 hours to walk into town, I guess they got lost as well - fuckin dummies, ha!   By the next night we were in Montreal and I ended up getting dtrung out on heroin for the winter. I also found out what it was like to be dope sick, no fun man! Todd was still there staying with a guy named Dan, in this dirt bag shooting gallery of a rooming house that I was staying at from time to time. I was getting welfare, but I would spend all my chequ...

    I was close enough to the border that they weren’t just going to let me go, so after my 30 days border patrol came and scooped me up and took me to the border at 1000 Islands at the border of Ontario and NY. I was happy that I had just got a free ride to the border and that I was back in Canada but was super paranoid that I was going to be busted with my warrants. It was sweet - the US guy just uncuffed me and then the Canadian guy just asked my name and birth date and told me to have a good day, yes! I was super paranoid having to be hitchhiking this close to customs and it was taking forever to get a ride. Finally, I got out of there and was in Toronto a couple hours later. I didn’t stick around in Toronto for too long and ended up traveling east to Halifax with Dan, Scott and his dog Egor.   When we got to Halifax we started flying signs and making a killing. This was untouched ground, no one was doing this there at the time, so it was awesome. We were ju...

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