SEE YA BITCH!

 

  We decided Syd was going to go ahead of me and cross legally and I would meet her in Seattle in a couple days. Well it turned out to be a week before I caught up. I went to the same hop out spot that I had went to when I was with Lance, but I guess I had shown up too late and it already passed and there was only one train daily. I also went out to Surrey to Scott Rd. Where the B.N.S.F yard is, but I got lost and couldn’t find it. I knew the train made a quick stop at the border on the Canadian side in White Rock, so I took the Sky Train and bus out there where I hid in some bushes till it came.

  Man I tell you, I am a lucky fucker. The train was passing me, but it dind;t look like it was going to slow down and I wasn’t going to miss the train! When I got a hold of a ladder, I slipped up and was lucky the force didn;t throw me under the train, but threw me back in the bushes on my ass! So I got up and spotted another grainer an like I said, I wasn’t going to miss this fucker! I ended up getting on and like 30 seconds later, it came to a complete stop, fuck man!

  I ended up on an American grainer, which meant I only had one tiny hole I could squeeze into and I remember seeing the American border patrol watching the train pass by. If she would have turned her head to the left, I would have been busted for sure. But she didn’t so off I went. See ya!

  It was weird when we hauled ass right through Everett, Washington and I found myself looking at the skyscrapers in downtown Seattle. Fuckin right, I have never heard of this train passing Everett like this, but it was sweet because I didn;t have to fuck around with any city busses in Everett. I ended up jumping off close to downtown and caught a city bus up to Broadway. I was in a wicked mood because I was back in the States and I would see Syd soon. It had already been more than a week since we split up.

  I was sitting on Broadway just chilling out listening to some tunes on my Walkman and drinking a 40oz of Ice 800 when this fuckin dick tells me to shut up because I was singing GG Allin, “Because everybody knows I’m a scumbag, I like sluts and whores and I don’t care.”Fuck GG was a fuckin crazy bastard. So, I tell this guy to fuck off and he keeps going, but comes back five minutes later with one of those extend-a-batons and smashes me in the head. I jump up and we start rolling around on the sidewalk. Next thing I know is there’s another fuckin asshole kicking me and then he maces me. He was yelling the whole time at the top of his lungs ``call the cops,” that rat bastard. So, we are rolling around and I bite one of them guys and then take off in this restaurant place that was right by us. I was lucky that there was a backdoor, because no less than a minute later they came barging through the restaurant with the cops. They thought I had went through the backdoor to the alley but I was actually hid under a table. Phew, that was close.

  Fuck, now I have nothing but the clothes on my back. I had to leave and ditch my backpack when I ran so I was super pissed! I made it to a girl’s house that I had met the last time I was here with Syd, and hid out until later that day. Later that night I went back down to Broadway and this punk rock kid came up to me and told me he had seen all the shit go down earlier and told me he grabbed my pack for me. I was like “what are you for real, i love you man!” I couldn't believe my luck. That was awesome! Thanx dude, whoever you are!

  I found out that Syd left a day or two before, so the next morning I hit the road to Portland, Oregon, which only took a couple hours. I found Syd downtown hanging out in Pioneer square with this kid, Ash, who I assumed had fucked her, but I really couldn’t get mad at her because I had taken so long to get there. I didn’t even ask her. What I don’t know wouldn’t hurt. But you could say my patience was running thin with her!

  I wasn’t in town more than three days whenwe were sitting at a bus stop drinking a space bag (4-litre of wine) Syd and I had come up with this stupid tag for us that we thought was fuckin hilarious, it was two stick people - one me, the other Syd, and what was supposed to look like a dog with squiggly lines coming from our behinds that represented farts, and it said THE POOTER GANG WE CAME, WE FARTED, WE DESTROYED! So I drew that on the wall of the bus shelter with a black marker, the next thing we know the cops were there asking who drew on the wall. I didn’t think it would be a big deal and I had the marker so I owned up to it like a fuckin idiot. They were having a big war on graffiti at the time so I guess someone thought they could get a reward if they called 911 on me. Fuckin rat bastards. So back in cuffs for me and I was headed off the jail for destruction of city property, just fuckin great. They told me that it was only a misdemeanor and that I would be out in a couple hours, yeah, ok. I gave the usual spiel that I was from Texas and that my name was Sean Miller, because I didn’t want to get deported. So when they get me to jail they tell me that they can’t release me on a class C felony, what? It was funny, when my lawyer looked at the photo the cops had took of me drawing he busted out laughing  and whispered in my ear that it was such a fucking waste of time. I had been in jail for two weeks by now so when I finally went to court he got me out on this bail program where I was supposed to report to a half-way house when I got out that they had there. So I’m waiting in my cell to get released, sweating balls and thinking they got my prints back and that I’m going to get deported but what do you know; they came and unlocked the fuckin cell door and kicked me out. Awesome, I had just done two weeks under a fake name. But this will come back to bite me in the ass later.

  So I go find Syd and she was super happy to see me because she thought I had got deported. She even had the space bag stashed with my stuff at some drop-in, got to love her! It was funny, they told me at the drop-in that I had to clean the bathroom because they had kept my stuff for me, yeah right, fuck you - I’m going to drink! Clean what? Look at me! What does that even mean?

  Later that day, I went to go score some crack but could not find any, but this girl told me she had some speed, well OK? MAn this was the first real hit of speed I had done, fuckin glass shards! I had done speed in Vancouver a couple times before but nothing like this! I did the whole ten bag and it gave me what I think they call the vapors, it was weird and I don’t know how to explain it but I remember thinking, what the fuck did I just shoot? That was until ten seconds later when the huge rush hit me, Wholly Fuck! It was good for about 30 minutes and then I started to get paranoid and literally sick, throwing up everywhere. One of my conditions was that I had to stay at the halfway house so I was super paranoid that the girl from there was going to see me, so I dragged Syd out of town with her being all pissed at me for not sharing the speed with her

  We decided to head nonstop to L.A. but made a quick stop in Sacramento for the night where some chick told me that God had told her to give me $20.00. I guess it was God’s money because I went and got the biggest ten rock I had ever bought in my life! Thanx man! I ended up putting it all on an ash pipe and lost some of it because I was so paranoid. I hid it in some bushes and when I came back 20 minutes later, I could not find it, fuck. This has happened countless times, me losing my drugs from paranoia. I would think the cops were going to bust me so I would always hide my shit, then I would be looking for it for hours in the bushes while feeling like a fuckin moron.

  We got stuck on the on-ramp in Stockton for three fuckin days before I got fed dup and told Syd I was going to hop a train. Stockton was a north-south crew change, so I wanted to catch one out of there but Syd refused to come with me so I told her I would see her in L.A. I was walking through this Mexican ghetto to get to the train yard and I made the mistake of stealing a can of corn from a little mom and pop place. I had no money or food so I needed something to eat for the ride. Well, there were three gangbangers in there at the time and I almost got my ass kicked. I was lucky there was a fast food joint that I went in and hid out for a half-hour. Those dudes were really going to fuck me up.

  When I left, I turned around and started walking back the way I had come not wanting to go further into the ghetto. Halfway back I ran into Syd. I guess she had given up hope and was coming to find me. I explained what had just happened and we went back to the highway where we got a free ride the next day all the way to L.A. We ended up getting dropped off right on Hollywood Boulevard, where we ran into a kid named Jason that Syd knew from New Orleans who ended up being her boyfriend shortly after. One day we were all sitting there drinking and Syd gave Jason one of hNew Orleans. So I made money for some pork n’ beans, smokes, and beer and then headed to the yard, which was only a 20 minute walk from 4th Ave. When I got there I ran into a couple tramps that were headed west, so I sat down with them and drank a couple beers. I’m glad they were there because they helped me out by showing me where the best spot to wait would be. It was my first time but definitely not my last hopping out of this yard.

  It didn’t take too long before my ride pulled up. It was an E.B.D (east bound) hotshot. A hotshot, also known as double stacks or 48’s, are trains that have priority over most trains like a junk train that consists of box cars, grainers and gondolas. A hotshot carries containers that you would see on transfer trucks. Not all the cars on a hotshot are rideable, you have to find the car that has the number 48 marked on the side of it. There is a bucket you can ride in on the cars that have a 48 painted on the side. There are other cars that have the number 53 on the side but they are bottomless. You can ride them, which we call riding suicide but I wouldn’t recommend it.

  Well I cruised right through the night and through New Mexico, only to be woken up by the Bull (RailRoad Police) in El Paso. He ended up being really cool with me and just told me to get out of the yard and that if he saw me again, I would be arrested for trespassing. El Paso is right across the Rio Grande, Where the city of Juarez sits and you can instantly see the poverty, it’s fucked. I only hung out in El Paso long enough to get more beer and smokes and then headed back to the yard. Ya got to love when this happens - as soon as I got back to the yard, an E.B.D was pulling out and was headed my way. Usually you’re waiting hours or days and you will have all your food gone except for your shitty pork n beans, water, booze and smokes by the time that fuckin train comes! Here in El Paso, you have to be careful about what train you get on going east because there is a split just up the line that will take you north and all trains headed north leave this yard going east. Most of the time you can get away with asking a worker which train is which but sometimes they will set you up to be caught. Like later in life, when I got roughed up by a worker in the C.N McMillan yard in Toronto. At this time in my life I had no idea about the split nor did I have time to ask, but as luck would have it, I was on the right train.