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  I was close enough to the border that they weren’t just going to let me go, so after my 30 days border patrol came and scooped me up and took me to the border at 1000 Islands at the border of Ontario and NY. I was happy that I had just got a free ride to the border and that I was back in Canada but was super paranoid that I was going to be busted with my warrants. It was sweet - the US guy just uncuffed me and then the Canadian guy just asked my name and birth date and told me to have a good day, yes! I was super paranoid having to be hitchhiking this close to customs and it was taking forever to get a ride. Finally, I got out of there and was in Toronto a couple hours later. I didn’t stick around in Toronto for too long and ended up traveling east to Halifax with Dan, Scott and his dog Egor.

  When we got to Halifax we started flying signs and making a killing. This was untouched ground, no one was doing this there at the time, so it was awesome. We were just sitting on the meridian on Quinnpool and Robbie, getting smashed and rich - you can’t do that anymore, it’s burnt out. My buddy Salfty was also there at the time (he had brought squeegeeing to Halifax) and would always get mad at me for jumping cars because he would ask. Well, asking doesn’t work for me, I like just jumping on the windshield and start washing away. Usually, they feel obligated to give you money, or they will just come at you with a tire iron, ha!

  Well here’s another bad story, but I have to tell it because it happened, and well, fuck it, shit happens. Some American kids had shown up, so we started drinking together. We were drinking Great White wine and Canadian Cooler. What we would do was, drink half of the two liter of cooler and then fill it back up with wine, fuck did this ever get you wasted fast - it tasted like Kool-Aid, no work of a lie. You could pound the fuck out of it, yummy! So one day me and my boyz, Grag and Ralf were walking to go get more booze and on our way we seen two younger kids, maybe they were 10 or something like that. Anyway, one of them had a plastic WWF belt on, so I asked him to see it but when he gave it to me, I kept walking. What a dick move on my part. I blame it on the wine. I felt so bad when I sobered up, that kid probably was traumatized, scared and ended up crying his eyes out, shit man - sorry kid! Anyway, karma kicked me in the ass good for that one. After we got back to the Commons, we decided to have wrestling matched for the belt. This guy Mitch had shown up and I challenged him. So we go at it but the wrestling match turned into a real fist fight, which was bound to happen sooner or later, but Mitch ended up clobbering me and I had a huge black eye for a while. Ah that’s what I get for robbing a kid, it looked good on me.

  Right around this time was when my girl, Dorothy opened up her little drop-in called the Ark, so we went and got some canned foods for the train ride to Montreal and were on the train out of Halifax that runs like clockwork, which isn’t the case in most cities. In Halifax, between 9:00-9:30 every night there is a hot shot that would take you all the way to Toronto or even beyond.

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