FUCK YOUR FRIEND!

 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 into Eugene, I met this really cute hippy chick and I’m almost positive she wanted to fuck me in one of those porta potties. I wasn’t sure and didn’t even try. That would have been funny though, if I would have opened the door and there she was taking a big stinky shit, “oh hey baby, I thought you wanted to fuck, oops!” The reason I thought she wanted to fuck was because she was telling me that these porta potties were a good place to fuck. Oh well. I guess I’ll never know.

  I didn’t want to hop out of there because at the next crew-change south of there in Klamath Falls is where the infamous bull nicknamed Roger the Dodger was and apparently he is always on his game and you will find yourself in jail real quick. With me having those warrants in this State, I was hesitant about hopping out of there but I didn’t want to hitchhike more, so I found the yard where I saw an S.B.D being built and hopped on a back unit.

  Man the sickness came on like a freight train from hell while I was on that fuckin unit. Just my luck at the same time the engineer came abc and kicked me off and was kind of being a dick about it. He was telling me that a guy he had worked with once threw some tramp off the train while it was still moving. Fuck that must have sucked. So I went and jumped on a flatbed where I was fucking puking everywhere. We rolled into this little town just south of Eugene, and I see a white Ford Explorer driving around the tracks. These S.U.Vs are driven by the bulls so I pretty much dove off the flatbed and hid in a shed in someone’s backyard for half an hour.

  Luckily Interstate 5 was right there so I dragged my dope sick ass over there and stuck out my thumb. Man, I tell you I was fuckin dying on the side of that road. Thank God it didn’t take long for me to get a ride, and it happened to be a Winnebago at that. It was a guy and a girl that were heading to Eureka, California which is just south of the state line with Oregon. Wholly fuck, you couldn’t ask for a better ride, especially being in the condition I was in. I got to lie down the whole way and they were super understanding as well. I remember after they had picked me up they told me they were pulling off the interstate to have lunch, so they pull off on some dirt road and drove me like ten miles off the interstate in the middle of nowhere. I was thinking they were going to chop me up, I really thought that and there wouldn’t have been a damn thing I could do about it. I could barely move, let alone defend myself. Well, they didn’t kill me and ended up finding me this shelter that I could stay at for the night so that was super awesome. I just took a hot bath which was a relief, and laid on the couch puking all night.

  The next morning the guy from the shelter hooked me up with some people that bought me a bus ticket to Redding, which is a little ways south of Eureka, so that was cool - my luck was unreal! When we pulled into Redding, I went back and hid in the bathroom till we started moving again and made it all the way down to Sacramento. From there, I snuck on another bus heading to San Francisco.

  The minute I got to S.F I made $5 for a 101 and went down to good ol’ 16th and Mission and got well. Being all better now, I went and stole a squeegee and decided to give it a shot in the states, and hopefully not get shot. Money ended up being really fuckin good. I almost had to fight the crackheads that were flying signs there for my spot but stood my ground so they laid off after a day or so.

  There are a couple funny stories that I will share with you that happened to me while I was in S.F this time. One night I was sleeping in this park that wasn’t too far from Castro St. which was the gay village, anyway I woke up at like four in the morning and like 20 feet from me there are these three dudes all packing each other in the ass, aghhh what the fuck! I guess the first guy didn’t have it as good as the others! Another moment I’ll take to the grave is when I stuck a red hot crack pipe to the head of my fuckin dick! I had put this huge piece on my pipe and as soon as I took the lighter off of it I was so high and paranoid I thought the cops were coming for me without realizing, down my pants it went. You could say I sobered up real quick! I remember showing a couple fags my dick and asked them if I should go to the hospital. Ha!

  Well this story sucks for me, Goddamnit! I was at this bar one night and this hot ass chick started talking to me, I mean this girl was fuckin smoking. Anyway, she started to buy me drinks and told me her name was Deanne, and she was from San Jose. We were just shooting the shit and we went and had a game of pool, the kind where I’m teaching her, ya know what I mean? Fuck, I wanted to bend her over right there and plow into her, fuck! So we were sitting at the bar and out of nowhere this fat fuck shows up and it’s her friend, fuck! So we are all hanging out and drinking but I could tell he wanted to get rid of me as soon as possible. So her and I are out smoking a cigarette together, and I will remember the exact words that came out of her mouth until the day I die. She said to me “Mark, I wanted to take you home with me, give you a  bath and let you sleep in my bed next to me but my friend said I shouldn’t.” What? Fuck your friend! I didn’t say that but fuck, I’ll say this again, this girl was fuckin smoking. I couldn’t believe my ears. Noooooo! In actuality, that was really good advice but fuck your friend, man. It was funny though because this fat fuck couldn’t believe he was getting punked by a dirty ass homeless guy, ha! Hey, what can I say, must have been the blue eyes all the way? Some chicks dig dirty guys and that I am. She worked at this restaurant I always had to pass. I saw her there one day and she gave me one of those really cute shy smiles and I was tempted to go in there for a cup of coffee but didn’t. So Deanne, if you ever read this book try to find me! Yeah right after reading this ahahaha!

  After fucking around in S.F for a while I called up good ol’ Dad and asked him if he could score me some money for a bus ticket to L.A. I didn’t want to be on the road sick again, so the old man pulled through and I was on my way. I ended up back in L.A hanging out on Sunset and Vine in Hollywood. Syd and Jason were still here strung out on heroin, so we were hanging out, just shooting dope all the time. I only stayed a week or so before I took off with some guy that had a car back to Tucson.