ONE FOR THE BOOKS

 ONE FOR THE BOOKS

  I went to Sheppard and Markem to catch a C.P.E.B.D that would take me to Montreal in about ten hours give or take. This ended up being a really sad time for me to Montreal in about ten hours give or take. This ended up being a really sad time for me and one fo the first times I lost a good friend to drugs. By far wouldn’t be the last.

  Todd was living at that shitty ass rooming house with that guy dan. One day I saw downtown and he told me that Todd was behind Saint James Church passed out and if I came with me he would give me some methadone. So I head back there with him and there are two other guys there that I didn’t know and one of them passed me a bottle of methadone. I take a good mouthful - not that much but enough to get a good nod. It was the first time I had drank methadone. I remember laughing at Tod and joking with the boys because he was laying there drooling on himself. At the time I didn’t know any better. His lips had a bluish tint but he was breathing pretty fine. I left, never to  see him again. I kept going over to their place but they never were there. One day I went to the drop-in Centre where Todd and Dan went and was told that Todd died and Danny was in the hospital. Three of them ended up OD’inbg and Todd died as a result.

  I ended up running into an old friend here at Zoe’s place named Mike. I knew him from Cape Breton when I was like 13 and just before I went to go travel.

  This fuckin guy had recently been in a drug induced accident which could have easily killed him. One night, all high on PCP, he decided to take a walk down the Ville Marie Express Way that runs right through Montreal. Needless to say he got smoked and flew god knows how many feet but ended up with all kinds of steel in his legs Ha! No, I am glad he was alright.

Matt and thus girl Spin, with killer tits and myself ended up hopping a train to Halifax where we got poured on, which really sucked - there’s nothing worse, other than shitting yourself of course! I don’t remember much about our time in Halifax except Zoe and Dustin had shown up and we were just up to the usual, but the trip back with Matt was one for the books, for me anyway.

After Halifax, we all took the train to Moncton where my Dad reluctantly took us all back to his place for the night. Zoey’s little puppy Selke, pissed all over their carpet and my mom probably had a hissy fit. So we stayed the night and then my Dad dropped us off downtown and gave me $20.00, telling us to get some breakfast, yeah right, liquor store!

I have never in my whole life done as good flying signs as we did this time here - we were killing it! Man, we must have made $200.00 in our pockets in less than an hour.

There was a beach not too far away, so we decided we were going to go swimming for a couple days. So we called a cab and went out there with a bunch of beer. We were getting the dirtiest looks ever. Fuck man, while we were waiting for the cab some dude drove up to us and dropped us a brownie, we were styling. We ended up meeting a bunch of kids that were there vacationing with their parents. They were all partying next to this huge bonfire so we hung out with them till the cops came and shut it down, so that was fun. We ended up staying on the beach for two days before we were too sunburnt to stay a minute longer. So we split up and hitchhiked back to Moncton.

This is arguably the best train ride I have taken other than that time I got to ride in the lead unit.

Matt and I ended up ditching all of them and went to the yard to hop back to Montreal. While we were waiting for a W.B.D. an E.B.D. came through ,so we went and jumped on a piggy-back just because we were drunk and wanted to ride. We were just going to Halifax to stop in and say hi to Dorothy, re-up on booze and catch out that same night.

We stuck to the plan of not getting stuck in Halifax which usually doesn’t happen but we were on a back unit and headed west with a bunch of beer and a bottle of Jim Beam in the fridge, which makes for a wicked ride, cold beer! Just outside of Moncton the engineer had to come back and do whatever he needed to do and was fuckin rad as fuck saying “my name is Jean Luc and I don’t give a fuck” in this French accent and gave us a pack of smokes. We ended up being stuck in Edmundson for a couple hours so Matt and I made the best of the time and went to the liquor store, the more the fuckin merrier! I had a picture of this time of me on the front of the unit with a bottle of Jim Beam that I wish I could share with you but I gave it to my buddy Lee from Seattle. Fuck I hope he still has it, I would love to see it.

We were still on a back unit  out of Edmundson and we were really hot so we jumped over to the next car back, where we were just chilling out playing dice on the porch of the train car and without realizing that we were rolling into Charny {Quebec City}. All of a sudden, we look over and the bull is there just chilling out leaning against the hood of his car, drinking coffee, fuck! So he sees us right away, throws his coffee and jumps into his car. By this time, Matt and I are on the back unit frantically stuffing all our shit into our backpacks - can’t forget the beer! Matt and I jump off on the fly, running across the access road into some bushes and no sooner are we in the bushes and the bull come flying by. I don’t know how he didn’t see us, but we beat him good. It doesn’t sound like much when I explain it, it’s one of those things you would have had to be there for but we were slick as fuck. We were like - see ya, mother fucker!

We stayed out of sight for half an hour then made our way to the highway and got a ride into Quebec City, where we tore it up for then night by going to this wicked metal bar they had there. The next day we went back to the yard and caught a train out and we were back in Montreal by that night.