LOOK OUT HERE COMES THE BEEF EATER

 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 cheque on dope, so I would spend most of my nights sleeping in bank machines or in the Metro, always getting tickets and getting kicked out in minus 30 weather. The things we do for drugs! One month, I think I went to jail three separate times for unpaid tickets - it was only for a few days each time, but it sucked because I was so fuckin dope sick. There were times that I went to jail and ended up in diapers because I couldn’t stop shitting myself.

  I ended up meeting a life time friend this time in Montreal named Adreian. The first time I met her was downtown on St Catherine st. I was with Greg and Ralph at the time, so I decided I’m going to steal a fifth of Beef Eater gin from the S.A.Q We went over to Peel Park to drink this and were already black out drunk when she had shown up, so this just added fuel to my guts. After we had polished off the bottle, I passed out only to awaken covered in my own shit! Aggh! Fuckin sick, there’s nothing worse! So I get out of my sleeping bag, take my shitty pants and boxers off, wrap my sleeping bag around me, and stumble over to the fuckin Marriott Hotel across the street. Man, I have no clue howI made it two feet in that place, but somehow managed to get past the front desk. So I get in the elevator and go up, checking floors for a bathroom, so I can clean this shit up! For the life of me I couldn’t find a bathroom, while going up and down for about 20 minutes on the fuckin elevator. Finally, after I could not find a bathroom, I say to myself - fuck this, I need to pass out. Well, for the life of me I could not find my way out, so up and down I went again, for god knows how long. You could say I had enough of this and gave up. I just passed out in the middle of the hallway. Next thing you know, I am being woken up by the fuckin cops. Spread eagle in the middle of the hallway of the Marriott with shit crusted down my legs, no word of a lie, ha! The cops ended up being super cool about it though, and I just started joking with them about what they must come across in their line of work. So they just told me to beat it.

  So I stumble back to the park where Greg and Ralph were passed out and thought it would be funny to put my shitty boxers right by Greg’s head. It was classic, Ralph and I were already up drinking our morning 40oz when Greg woke up, finding my shitty boxers right by his face. I swear he must have been able to taste them, aggh! He was pissed and Ralph and I were just laughing our asses off. Funny shit man! Fuckin Beef Eater.

  Another Marriott story that has just been brought to my attention while I was writing this from one of my buddies Brendon and which I don’t even remember but but have to tell it because it’s kinda funny and I wish someone would have took a picture. This happened years later but it was the morning after we all went to go see Manowar and Brenda had a room at the Marriot so there were a bunch of us there but I happened to wake up to a full 40oz of Vodka beside me and have it pretty much gone before anyone else is awake, bu tI guess at some point I decided to put on a pair of Brenda’s panties and was doing whatever this kind of dumb shit I was doing, bu tit ended with me getting dragged out of the place by two security guards in her panties.. I don’t know, I don’t remember. It for fuckin sure sounds like something that I would be involved in though!

  I think I took off in early June. I bought a bus ticket and a gram of heroin to get me to Winnipeg and I was just going to kick it once I got there. I remember the last hit I did in that park in Osbourne Village and thinking OK now I’m fucked and I’m going to be so sick tomorrow. Luckily, that girl Jen that helped out Syd and me in Toronto was living there with her boyfriend, Cupal, so by chance, I found her number. So, I called her up and she let me kick it at her house on this little baby bed, it was kind of funny but really sucked. At least I wasn’t under a bridge. She gave me this bucket to puke in and I must have filled it a hundred times with her emptying it. Ah Jen, I love you for it!

  After I was OK, I went down to Osbourne Village where I met a couple kids that I ended up becoming good friends with named Zoey, Matt, Dustin, and his dog, Reno, who died a couple years later. We ended up having a fuckin ball. Just getting wasted on that same meridian across from the Cold Beer store. I ended up going to the drunk tank a couple times here this time, I guess I squeegeed a cop car, this I don’t remember.

  Well it was time to move on again, so I said goodbye to those fools and walked up to the hop out spot just outside of Osbourne Village, behind the infamous Pizza Hut. The night I left it was pissing rain and I had on my bright yellow rain gear, so much for being incognito, but I managed to get on a back unit with no problems and was off to Edmonton. The Winnipeg CN (Canadian National) takes the high line up through Saskatoon to Edmonton while CP (Canadian Pacific) controls the low line to Calgary. I found myself in the huge walker yard in Edmonton by the next night and headed down to White Ave for the night, but I was on the highway the next day hitching to Calgary, where I would hop out of the CP Alyth yard to Vancouver.