Gather 'Round Boys And Girls
Its time for another installment of everyone's favourite story, ME!
Well, I think we should just say fuck it, through the chronological, biography kind of thing out the window and I will just tell stories of my life so far in a completely random and nonsequential manner.
Hmmm, what to talk about first. Traveling stories are always fun to tell. Some of my best stories are from when I went, by train, to California and back again. Every trip should begin with some minor catastrophe. Mine was my suitcase breaking open. I had packed a lot of stuff to take with me and when I was putting my luggage tag on my suitcase... it broke! The suitcase literally exploded. So with little more then an hour until my train left, I had to find a new suitcase. My dad and I ran to a local mall and managed to convince a luggage store that was about to close, to sell me a new, LARGE, soft sided suitcase. Thankfully the very nice lady, sold my dad a nice HUGE soft sided case and I was back in business. I remember my dad, who usually argues over every penny he spent, agreeing without question to the cost of the suitcase. It was a very nice present and I still get a lot of use out of it.
The train ride to Vancouver from Winnipeg was fairly uneventful and almost boring. Because of the time of year that I went during, the fall, by the time we entered the moutains it was night time. I arrived in Vancouver early in the morning and got to spend a whole day wandering around before leaving the following day. Thankfully nothing "interesting" happened to me that day.
However, the next morning, the morning that I left, was another story. Being told by my travel agent to be early for my bus to seattle to catch my train to San Fran, I ensured a cab would pick me up at 4am, to get me to the train station (and bus depot) on time. The cab came to get me on time and it got me to the bus depot in less then ten minutes, leaving me with almost an hour to wait. In a nice, seedy kind of area.
I was there for about twenty minutes when out of the dark, came a young and skinny native kid, carrying a gym bag. He was stumbling and looked high. He was very polite, didnt ask for change, but did strike up a conversation with me about who he was, where he was goin and so on. Despite his polite manner, I was very worried. I had all my luggage and my money with me in easy to steal bags. Then, sensing my uneasiness, said "dont worry, Im only on herion". Which, honest to got, made me a little less worried. The worst that he would do to me is fall alseep in mid conversation. Which he did. Twice. Once the station opened, I rushed inside and found a spot where I could hide from herion boy.
I still remember feeling relieved when he told me not to worry, that he was only on herion.
More stories soon.