YOU BETTER STAY IN THE BATHROOM!

   When I got released to the Toronto bail program I was stuck with all kinds of conditions and I had to be back in court, so we picked up and took off. We were going to head back to Vancouver and then back down south.

  We were tired of being on the road, so when we were in Sault Ste. Marie, Ontario, we decided to go downtown and check it out, which ended up being completely fucked, I’m lucky I didn’t go to jail for a while. We ended up meeting some punk chick that knew Drew, so she took us back to her place and said we could stay there for as long as we wanted. This girl, two of her guy friends and I, ended up going to the bar, leaving Syd and another one of her guy friends behind.

  I don;t remember what the situation was, but some fuckin moron in the bar picked a fight with me and I ended up smashing a chair off his fuckin head. I remember feeling pretty proud of myself because the guy was way bigger than me. So I leave the three of them at the bar and with my temper already flared up, I headed back to that girl’s house. I had left beer in the fridge and when I came back it was all gone! With the memory of Syd cheating on me still fresh and no fuckin beer in the fridge, I flipped, assuming this guy had packed Syd while I was at the bar. This wasn’t the case. Oops!

  So I start beating him up. It was funny, well not for him, he ended up squirming away from me and running into the bathroom and locking himself in there. So I find this huge heavy ass cast iron frying pan in the kitchen and decided I was going to whack this guy out with it. So, I’m standing at the bathroom door with this fuckin thing telling him everything would be fine. Then the front door opens and in walks the three people I had left at the bar. When she realized what was going on she attacked me, so I shoved back. Then the other two dudes enter the picture. I picked up a bottle and smashed it over one guy’s head while buddy’s still hiding in the bathroom, and then I grabbed a knife from the kitchen counter and stabbed the other guy in the arm! Just another crazy drunk night!

  Well I got the fuck out of there after that and decide I’m going to try to walk across the river into Michigan. So I head  down there and walked up and down the river for a couple of hours, looking for a place to cross, but it was impossible. The current was way too strong and the water was too deep. So I finally gave up and headed back to find somewhere to crash. I ended up passing out behind a church in the backyard, only to be woken up by the police in the morning.

  I had dried blood on my arm so that’s probably what gave me away, but the cop said to me “You know you stabbed someone last night?” “No, not me.” Luckily the guy I had stabbed was a trooper and didn’t press charges on me, so the pig let me go. I dind;t bother going back downtown to find Syd and just went and got on a bus that would take me to the highway. I had that girl’s number so I would call Syd later.

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