I am gonna start off with work and hope to avoid it most of this entry. A position had opened up on our sales desk again. All us warehouse guys applied on it. We didn't even get an interview. Army (remember him the guy who hired me) simply brought us all together and then said one of the office ladies, lets call her Mother Hen got it. There were quite a few let down guys. Then a bit after that Army moved into the office to. We didn't have a warehouse supervisor. We should have seen it coming though. They transferred a guy, he won't show up much lets just call him Dude from our shop into the warehouse. Personally I thought he was a great guy. Pop Culture didn't like him. Pop didn't think Dude was very bright (He actually was just an FYI) and in typical Pop fashion he let it show. After about a month the Manager of the whole place brings us all in again and says Dude is the new warehouse supervisor. It might have been a week or two when Army introduced us all to his little brother Chad, who also would be starting in the warehouse. Pop laughed oh I bet I am training my replacement. He was, that night they let Pop go. I was determined to not like Dude but I couldn't. One of the first things he did was get me a raise. Said hard work should be rewarded. Few weeks later Cowboy, Dude, myself ad few salesmen went ice fishing for the weekend. I spent a ton of time talking with Dude. While I wasn't happy he canned Pop, he was a decent guy and a good boss. Plus on the bright side Pop actually started coming out more. Not partying cause he was never really into that but would come by for Sunday dinners with TCM and I. He may actually have been the devil that got me liking wine, he would bring over a good bottle always.
As I said I had moved in with TCM in the rented house. Plus Sister, the Electrician, Quack and Couch Guy. I knew the rest of them cause I had spent so much time there but I got to know them real fast. TCM, KT and Sister decided to go to Mexico for a month. Hosteling. Keep in mind this was before the Cartel wars. Or at least the weren't as bad as they are now. So ya I really got to know my roommates quickly. The house didn't have a back yard, it had a garden. That was huge. It had 2 apple tree and a pear tree. There was a detached garage. It had a loft, that looked like a drug den to be honest. We had a guitar and amp up there, a coffee table and lawn furniture. The plywood walls we covered in drawings and the table had your, pipes papers and such. That was mostly for the Electrician, Quack and Couch Guy. Of course when my parents saw it they were disappointed. So lets quickly talk about the roommates. Quack, was a twitchy dude. Skinny not all that talkative but nice enough. I think they all went to school together. Couch Guy was just that. He picked up odd work now and then. Never for long and lived on the couch. Don't think he ever paid rent. He was super nice, I have never met anyone who could play guitar as well. And he never had a single lesson. Electrician though he was the one I became closest too. He was into comics, for a bit I was to write and he was to draw but that didn't happen. He played drums, I had a guitar to so sometimes we jammed. The thing was Sister was obsessed with him. They were on again off again for years.
It was around this time Ditch and Shwa decided to move back to Ontario. That had to be a home sick thing for her. This was right as the Alberta economy was getting super charged. My thought and everyone who knew thems thought was the same. Shwa had wanted to be married and have babies way back in high-school. Ditch was still very much into Nirvana and being a rockstar, well not quite that but not into a family, we said good bye and they moved out East.
Now we should say hi to Chad (From earlier, Armys little brother). He is around a bit, but first a bit of back ground, we used to hang sunshine girls in the warehouse. Then we were told it was not allowed in this brave new world of political correctness. So we started hanging sunshine boys. That's just a bit of background on why I am about to mention Sunshine boys. The fact was it sucked they let Pop go but Chad fit in right away. He liked Oilers hockey, this was just before the decade of darkness and he loved to drink. So one of his first weeks we all went to customer deprecation at New City ? liquid lounge? Anyone remember that hole? The thing that night was EVERYTHING was a buck. Bottle beer not just draft. Good whiskey not just house shit. So you could go buy 15 beer and tip 5 bucks for a $20. So you can imagine how hammered people were getting. And Chad well his real name isn't Chad but he starts introducing himself as Chad Sexington the third, 8 time sunshine boy of the month 3 time sunshine boy of the year. The fact was people might not have bought the sunshine boy shit but they believed his name was Chad. Hell for the next few years some people never knew his real name. The sad fact was this, even years later I would ask some people if they knew were Chad was by his real name and they didn't know who I was talking about. Anyways that was how Chad got his name.
Around about here the German called me. Remember him from the high-school entry? He was getting married! I was to be in his wedding party. My first time at that! I was pumped. Then I started to hear about his wife. I mean I had met hr once or twice briefly but that was it. First off I heard she was not a fan of me. That in fact a couple times I had come home, called their house and she flat out lied. NO he isn't home. When he was there. I kinda get she didn't want him hanging out with me.
(She likely heard all the stories like once a year or two back I had come home for a visit. By this time he was the manager of the restaurant we had worked at, so I sat in the lounge all night drinking. Then when he got off we poured a couple big ones Crown Royal to go. PS I know it was a dumb idea don't need a lecture but it is like 3 in the morning and we are driving to his place with massive cups of whiskey. Of course the RCMP pull us over. As they approach the car we panic and dump the drinks under the seats. The car was brand new, literally and now it reeked of whiskey. Since he wasn't drunk they simply booted his car and made us walk home, but that smell would be in the car for a long time after)
So ya hearing stories like that she didn't like me at all. But she rubbed me the wrong way, so I did something maybe not nice and maybe I shouldn't have but TCM and I drank a bottle of whiskey with him the night before the wedding, trying to tell him to not go through with it. He did. The wedding was fun, good time had by all. Also from the high-school memory blog, the guy who chased me out of his tent that German said I could stay in. He was the best man, enough time passed that we all laughed about it. Thank god, guys a freakin tank! Anyways we will get back to the German.
If there was ever a golden time in life for partying way too much this was it. I spent way too much money and credit, I paid for these errors for years after. But the truth is it was awesome and I wouldn't change it! Cept maybe be smarter with $$$. So pay days were Thursday, well Wednesday at midnight. So Thursdays after work we all went out. To be fair I usually only went for 1 or 2 cause I knew we worked Fridays but the rest of the guys carried on. Lets say in general there was a lot of guys late and stinking of booze on Fridays. But Fridays we all went out. St. Petes used to have 5 at 5. 5 dancers on stage at 5 PM. We always made it just in time. Often after that we went to Bo Diddleys. And back then we would head back to the house for a backyard fire. We used an old washing machine drum as a pit.
Want another life truth. There are somethings in life that are naturally good. Or should be. Like sunshine. Or a sunrise. Be it watching the sunrise cause you ain't made it to bed yet, or coming up in the AM as you drive to work. Music, it does heal the soul. To sometimes just chill and mellow out. Or to let it pump you up! Sad for some people that it isn't true but family. It should be something you can fall back on. And good friends, they kind you can talk to about anything. That you can go to in good times and in the bad ones. Ya Sun, Music, Friends and Family are great.
Now KT ended her romance with the punk rocker. And sadly my friend Cook well his marriage fell apart. He had moved out and we were spending much more time together. So all of a sudden they were spending more time together. I can't pin point exactly when it happened but they became a couple. Which to me was great cause it was like our two best friends were a couple now we could hang out with. Not like when you don't like your significant others friends but you go cause you feel obligated, you actually wanna see these people.
For an example of the kinda house it was I will talk about "The Halloween Party" anyone who was there still knows which one I mean. I was the Joker, my all time favorite comic character. (I didn't say villain I mean outta anyone. Sure Batman is bad ass but I love Mr. J. I remember all the bad broke back Joker jokes before Heath played him. Heath mastered that, exactly how I always picture Mista J) Anyways we all agreed to have a party and all 5 of us invited friends. I don't think we realized that everyone we invited would come. Not all at once but through out the night I would bet 50 - 65 people came. It was the only time (We had good neighbors) the cops came. They told us to keep it down. There was mud on the roof, how does that happen. As we ran out off fire wood, I took the banister off the stairs. I was worried for some reason it might make it into the fire pit. As it got later and booze ran out I hid my whiskey in the stove so people would quit helping themselves. Of course I couldn't remember where it went so a week later it was a nice surprise when I went to bake something and found whiskey. There was people there until the sun came up, which is late in October.... I may have passed out on the couch and had the green hair dye seep into the couch. It did come out with some elbow grease.... Not every day was like that but almost every weekend we had someone come by. I never was a smoker but weekend mornings everyone sat and drank coffee around the fire pit smoking and bullshittin. It was just a good happy place to be.
Time flies by, some how my little brothers who I can remember being born were almost teenagers. They were and still are mostly good kids. Men now but kids then. They didn't do anything more terrible than any other teen growing up. I should have mentioned it last entry but our parents tied the knot in Vegas. Then came back and had a reception. I remember he had lied said they were going to look at land to buy and took her out to a community hall. It was a good night, something I had waited over 20 years for. Plus they rented a lake lot somewhere in here. One they still have. We used to go a bunch, it has been awhile. I am sorta jealous of my brothers. They didn't take advantage of it but they should have! On the flip side way back in my memories I remember teenage boys want nothing to do with there family, its all about friends.
Somewhere in this time frame Pop Culture moved home. He is from Prince George. It was sad to see him go but the fact is he has done way better there and seems much happier. Also at my work two positions opened up. The sales desk or purchasing agent. I went to Cowboys place and had a drink with him. Asking his advice. The boss had told me either one was mine and gave me 1 night to chose. Cowboy said take the desk. Hindsight he was 100% right but in my mind having my own office would be better. More important. The last 2 purchasers had moved on in the company. So I went that road, against Cowboys advice...... But I did reward myself. I bought my first truck. A year old F150.
Evil came down and stayed with us at some point. He had a couple week class at NAIT. mighta been 3 or a month even. SO the house was super full. But it was okay, he got along great with everyone. Or so it seemed. Funny thing was he went to the strippers the last day with his classmates. Had a few drinks and won a few posters. But like most sane men wasn't gonna take them home. I laughed he gave them to me. I asked WTF am I gonna do with a poster with your name on it. Hell all my posters had even vanished when I moved in with a girl.
We decided on a road trip one summer. TCM, KT, Sporty, Dreads, Patty D, Cook, we were all going to Victoria. I had never been but everyone told me it would be great. Honestly I was 50/50 to me I didn't wanna go to southern BC. I had seen big ass spiders in Kelowna when I was growing up and I dreamt they would be even worse on the island. We left at about 6 PM on a Friday, Patty ad I had been drinking in the back yard since noon. (NO I wasn't driving) The buzz wore off by Jasper. Once we made it to Blue River we stopped. We booked the tiniest cabin ever. It was cozy, cause we were all jammed in it. Woke up, hot sticky and stinky but it was awesome. We were on an adventure! Next we drove up Turtle? mountain. KT was the driver, I held the holy shit handles like mad. Steep mountain drops and me don't agree. I will say this, more than once riding with KT I have been like OH SHIT!! but nothing has ever went wrong. As this progresses you will see me destroy a few vehicles, so maybe I have the driving issues.Another interesting and true story is about Patty. We were dropping Patty D off in Van city. See Patty had moved to Alberta to make the big bucks. He was sending all his money back to his 3 kids in BC. He had them at 14,15 and 16. Think about that for a minute. I was 23 ish doing nothing but partying and this guy a year younger than me was living simply to pay for his 3 kids. In Van we spent a night in this hotel room with 3 bedrooms. It had pictures of the Lord of The Rings cast. I guess they had all stayed in the same room. Cook and I sat outside that night watching men go into a room for half an hour or so then leave. Pretty sure a hooker was getting banged in there. There was a big dude that sat outside the room too... Then we went into "gay" district for breakfast. I will be honest, I was still a bit on the fence about going there but turn out it was awesome. The district was cleaner than anywhere else and the people were super friendly. I did get my picture taken under a giant dick for some reason. They did lie to me to get on the ferry to Victoria though. They told me the ferry was a floating casino and bar. I was pumped and let down!!
Victoria is amazing. I love the old architecture. I love the harbor and the downtown core. The trip went a little like this. We got there and were staying in a creepy / cool hotel. The guy running it was Cooks best man at his wedding. There wasn't a ton a of rooms in the place and whether it was true or not supposedly it was a brothel before it was a hotel. The very first night Sportys car got broke into. So that was a bit of a damper. Nothing valuable was stolen so that was good. We spent a couple days just seeing the sights. I love craigdarrouch castle. I also found out BC strip clubs are lame and the VLTS there are just scratch and win dispensers boring! We also made it out to the Sooke pothole and did some camping on the island. The sad thing is our camp site in Alberta were nicer. BC you would think would have amazing sites but they just cram you in! Then we slowly meandered back. We picked up Patty D in Van and went to Kelowna for a couple nights. The most interesting thing there was drunken Cook inviting people to share our site. Sporty, Dreads, TCM and I went to bed one night. Patty, KT and Cook were still up for awhile. I am not sure who was up when two Hells Angels rolled in. Cook was for sure cause he invited them to camp with us. They sat up and drank most the night away. Of course we didn't know what Cook had done. So when we unzip the tent and two bikers are sitting at the table it was a shock. The younger one of them gave me a big grin when I came out of a tent full of women. Then we headed home. It was the first real road trip I had done with friends. It was awesome.
Time did fly by. I had moved into that house and bought my truck in 2004. Victoria trip was in summer 2005 and by that fall my old friend Ditch had returned. I hate to say it but I was 100% right Shwa had wanted kids and a marriage. Ditch, either didn't see it (I doubt that, even with a name like Ditch he is a smart guy) or likely wasn't ready for that. So they broke and he came back. He had a bit of a hard time with it but hell who wouldn't after a 5 or 6 year thing. I got him on at work. And for awhile he was mixed in with all the rest of us. Another story with Ditch, we were all going to Jasper skiing in the end of 2005. I was driving him from work to grab gear and go. We are sitting in this intersection and he keeps saying go. Being an ass. Then I do go and bam a Jetta hit me. Busted the axle in the front of my truck. Fricking German super cars are tough. 2 things, first we made it to Jasper that night in KTs car. And two, this chicken head is one of the reasons your insurance is so high. Yes I was at fault, yes my insurance goes up. This woman hopped out of her car and came over to my truck to see if we were ok. (Cops said had we been in a car we woulda been dead.) We get out we are fine too. Everyone gives a statement and we go our own ways. A few months later I get a letter. I am being sued for $3.6 Million dollars. Claims as bad as nightmares from the accident make her unable to hold her grandchildren.
But again things started to go down hill. Electrician for some reason was getting fed up with couch guy not working. I didn't really mind. He was a decent roommate, I mean he cleaned and junk. Plus I never saw him use any of our stuff. But Electrician was convinced it would be for the best for him. I will admit it right now. He was right for awhile. Couch Guy did get a job and his own apartment. That was pretty good. We will get back to him again. The Quack started to be the problem. He was always a bit twitchy. But then he got down right strange. Weird hours, talking to himself. Crazy energy and then nothing. We all pretended it wasn't happening. Then shortly after TCMs birthday she had 5 crisp $100 sitting in our room. We were getting ready for work one morning we go up to the bedroom and 1 is gone. Of course we asked everyone else first, but Quack freely admitted it. He gave it back and we told him he had to go to. There was some crying but he understood. We gave him a month or so of course it still was interesting. We were in bed one asleep, when a drug dealer drives up onto the lawn. I guess Sister and Electrician knew him from back in school or something so they talked to him and he left but this was a sign shit was getting nuts. After that he was told he had to go and he did. The last thing was Sister and Electrician were always hot and then cold on and then off. I think they wanted a break from each other to. So in spring of 2006 we started looking for a new place. We all went our separate ways but one more piece of drama.
This isn't the house drama, that comes next but the German had his own drama. He tells me they are getting a divorce. That didn't last long. But it freed him up to come down for visits. Like when we bought off sales from the Strat hotel and paid twice from a bottle of rye that we couldn't drink. Like this shit was awful. If you're drunk and can't drink it. You know it's bad. Also he taught me to bake breakfast sausages. There is a helpful life tip. Cooks them nice and SOME not all as they are pure grease but some grease drips off.
The fucking landlord wouldn't give them back the $1500 hundred deposit! That was the house drama. The house was in terrible shape, he claimed AND he wanted another $1000. Fuck him, he was a dumb ass. Yes we had lived in it and made it dirty. BUT the girls had cleaned it better than when they moved in. The thing he didn't realize is they took pics of how nasty it was when they moved in. Mold they cleaned, nasty dirty shit through out the house. So it was easy, a simple phone call. That is fine, we will go to the landlord tenant board with these pics. Instead of being decent we will demand all we can get. Funny thing, he brought a cheque that day.....
As I said I had moved in with TCM in the rented house. Plus Sister, the Electrician, Quack and Couch Guy. I knew the rest of them cause I had spent so much time there but I got to know them real fast. TCM, KT and Sister decided to go to Mexico for a month. Hosteling. Keep in mind this was before the Cartel wars. Or at least the weren't as bad as they are now. So ya I really got to know my roommates quickly. The house didn't have a back yard, it had a garden. That was huge. It had 2 apple tree and a pear tree. There was a detached garage. It had a loft, that looked like a drug den to be honest. We had a guitar and amp up there, a coffee table and lawn furniture. The plywood walls we covered in drawings and the table had your, pipes papers and such. That was mostly for the Electrician, Quack and Couch Guy. Of course when my parents saw it they were disappointed. So lets quickly talk about the roommates. Quack, was a twitchy dude. Skinny not all that talkative but nice enough. I think they all went to school together. Couch Guy was just that. He picked up odd work now and then. Never for long and lived on the couch. Don't think he ever paid rent. He was super nice, I have never met anyone who could play guitar as well. And he never had a single lesson. Electrician though he was the one I became closest too. He was into comics, for a bit I was to write and he was to draw but that didn't happen. He played drums, I had a guitar to so sometimes we jammed. The thing was Sister was obsessed with him. They were on again off again for years.
It was around this time Ditch and Shwa decided to move back to Ontario. That had to be a home sick thing for her. This was right as the Alberta economy was getting super charged. My thought and everyone who knew thems thought was the same. Shwa had wanted to be married and have babies way back in high-school. Ditch was still very much into Nirvana and being a rockstar, well not quite that but not into a family, we said good bye and they moved out East.
Now we should say hi to Chad (From earlier, Armys little brother). He is around a bit, but first a bit of back ground, we used to hang sunshine girls in the warehouse. Then we were told it was not allowed in this brave new world of political correctness. So we started hanging sunshine boys. That's just a bit of background on why I am about to mention Sunshine boys. The fact was it sucked they let Pop go but Chad fit in right away. He liked Oilers hockey, this was just before the decade of darkness and he loved to drink. So one of his first weeks we all went to customer deprecation at New City ? liquid lounge? Anyone remember that hole? The thing that night was EVERYTHING was a buck. Bottle beer not just draft. Good whiskey not just house shit. So you could go buy 15 beer and tip 5 bucks for a $20. So you can imagine how hammered people were getting. And Chad well his real name isn't Chad but he starts introducing himself as Chad Sexington the third, 8 time sunshine boy of the month 3 time sunshine boy of the year. The fact was people might not have bought the sunshine boy shit but they believed his name was Chad. Hell for the next few years some people never knew his real name. The sad fact was this, even years later I would ask some people if they knew were Chad was by his real name and they didn't know who I was talking about. Anyways that was how Chad got his name.
Around about here the German called me. Remember him from the high-school entry? He was getting married! I was to be in his wedding party. My first time at that! I was pumped. Then I started to hear about his wife. I mean I had met hr once or twice briefly but that was it. First off I heard she was not a fan of me. That in fact a couple times I had come home, called their house and she flat out lied. NO he isn't home. When he was there. I kinda get she didn't want him hanging out with me.
(She likely heard all the stories like once a year or two back I had come home for a visit. By this time he was the manager of the restaurant we had worked at, so I sat in the lounge all night drinking. Then when he got off we poured a couple big ones Crown Royal to go. PS I know it was a dumb idea don't need a lecture but it is like 3 in the morning and we are driving to his place with massive cups of whiskey. Of course the RCMP pull us over. As they approach the car we panic and dump the drinks under the seats. The car was brand new, literally and now it reeked of whiskey. Since he wasn't drunk they simply booted his car and made us walk home, but that smell would be in the car for a long time after)
So ya hearing stories like that she didn't like me at all. But she rubbed me the wrong way, so I did something maybe not nice and maybe I shouldn't have but TCM and I drank a bottle of whiskey with him the night before the wedding, trying to tell him to not go through with it. He did. The wedding was fun, good time had by all. Also from the high-school memory blog, the guy who chased me out of his tent that German said I could stay in. He was the best man, enough time passed that we all laughed about it. Thank god, guys a freakin tank! Anyways we will get back to the German.
If there was ever a golden time in life for partying way too much this was it. I spent way too much money and credit, I paid for these errors for years after. But the truth is it was awesome and I wouldn't change it! Cept maybe be smarter with $$$. So pay days were Thursday, well Wednesday at midnight. So Thursdays after work we all went out. To be fair I usually only went for 1 or 2 cause I knew we worked Fridays but the rest of the guys carried on. Lets say in general there was a lot of guys late and stinking of booze on Fridays. But Fridays we all went out. St. Petes used to have 5 at 5. 5 dancers on stage at 5 PM. We always made it just in time. Often after that we went to Bo Diddleys. And back then we would head back to the house for a backyard fire. We used an old washing machine drum as a pit.
Want another life truth. There are somethings in life that are naturally good. Or should be. Like sunshine. Or a sunrise. Be it watching the sunrise cause you ain't made it to bed yet, or coming up in the AM as you drive to work. Music, it does heal the soul. To sometimes just chill and mellow out. Or to let it pump you up! Sad for some people that it isn't true but family. It should be something you can fall back on. And good friends, they kind you can talk to about anything. That you can go to in good times and in the bad ones. Ya Sun, Music, Friends and Family are great.
Now KT ended her romance with the punk rocker. And sadly my friend Cook well his marriage fell apart. He had moved out and we were spending much more time together. So all of a sudden they were spending more time together. I can't pin point exactly when it happened but they became a couple. Which to me was great cause it was like our two best friends were a couple now we could hang out with. Not like when you don't like your significant others friends but you go cause you feel obligated, you actually wanna see these people.
For an example of the kinda house it was I will talk about "The Halloween Party" anyone who was there still knows which one I mean. I was the Joker, my all time favorite comic character. (I didn't say villain I mean outta anyone. Sure Batman is bad ass but I love Mr. J. I remember all the bad broke back Joker jokes before Heath played him. Heath mastered that, exactly how I always picture Mista J) Anyways we all agreed to have a party and all 5 of us invited friends. I don't think we realized that everyone we invited would come. Not all at once but through out the night I would bet 50 - 65 people came. It was the only time (We had good neighbors) the cops came. They told us to keep it down. There was mud on the roof, how does that happen. As we ran out off fire wood, I took the banister off the stairs. I was worried for some reason it might make it into the fire pit. As it got later and booze ran out I hid my whiskey in the stove so people would quit helping themselves. Of course I couldn't remember where it went so a week later it was a nice surprise when I went to bake something and found whiskey. There was people there until the sun came up, which is late in October.... I may have passed out on the couch and had the green hair dye seep into the couch. It did come out with some elbow grease.... Not every day was like that but almost every weekend we had someone come by. I never was a smoker but weekend mornings everyone sat and drank coffee around the fire pit smoking and bullshittin. It was just a good happy place to be.
Time flies by, some how my little brothers who I can remember being born were almost teenagers. They were and still are mostly good kids. Men now but kids then. They didn't do anything more terrible than any other teen growing up. I should have mentioned it last entry but our parents tied the knot in Vegas. Then came back and had a reception. I remember he had lied said they were going to look at land to buy and took her out to a community hall. It was a good night, something I had waited over 20 years for. Plus they rented a lake lot somewhere in here. One they still have. We used to go a bunch, it has been awhile. I am sorta jealous of my brothers. They didn't take advantage of it but they should have! On the flip side way back in my memories I remember teenage boys want nothing to do with there family, its all about friends.
Somewhere in this time frame Pop Culture moved home. He is from Prince George. It was sad to see him go but the fact is he has done way better there and seems much happier. Also at my work two positions opened up. The sales desk or purchasing agent. I went to Cowboys place and had a drink with him. Asking his advice. The boss had told me either one was mine and gave me 1 night to chose. Cowboy said take the desk. Hindsight he was 100% right but in my mind having my own office would be better. More important. The last 2 purchasers had moved on in the company. So I went that road, against Cowboys advice...... But I did reward myself. I bought my first truck. A year old F150.
Evil came down and stayed with us at some point. He had a couple week class at NAIT. mighta been 3 or a month even. SO the house was super full. But it was okay, he got along great with everyone. Or so it seemed. Funny thing was he went to the strippers the last day with his classmates. Had a few drinks and won a few posters. But like most sane men wasn't gonna take them home. I laughed he gave them to me. I asked WTF am I gonna do with a poster with your name on it. Hell all my posters had even vanished when I moved in with a girl.
We decided on a road trip one summer. TCM, KT, Sporty, Dreads, Patty D, Cook, we were all going to Victoria. I had never been but everyone told me it would be great. Honestly I was 50/50 to me I didn't wanna go to southern BC. I had seen big ass spiders in Kelowna when I was growing up and I dreamt they would be even worse on the island. We left at about 6 PM on a Friday, Patty ad I had been drinking in the back yard since noon. (NO I wasn't driving) The buzz wore off by Jasper. Once we made it to Blue River we stopped. We booked the tiniest cabin ever. It was cozy, cause we were all jammed in it. Woke up, hot sticky and stinky but it was awesome. We were on an adventure! Next we drove up Turtle? mountain. KT was the driver, I held the holy shit handles like mad. Steep mountain drops and me don't agree. I will say this, more than once riding with KT I have been like OH SHIT!! but nothing has ever went wrong. As this progresses you will see me destroy a few vehicles, so maybe I have the driving issues.Another interesting and true story is about Patty. We were dropping Patty D off in Van city. See Patty had moved to Alberta to make the big bucks. He was sending all his money back to his 3 kids in BC. He had them at 14,15 and 16. Think about that for a minute. I was 23 ish doing nothing but partying and this guy a year younger than me was living simply to pay for his 3 kids. In Van we spent a night in this hotel room with 3 bedrooms. It had pictures of the Lord of The Rings cast. I guess they had all stayed in the same room. Cook and I sat outside that night watching men go into a room for half an hour or so then leave. Pretty sure a hooker was getting banged in there. There was a big dude that sat outside the room too... Then we went into "gay" district for breakfast. I will be honest, I was still a bit on the fence about going there but turn out it was awesome. The district was cleaner than anywhere else and the people were super friendly. I did get my picture taken under a giant dick for some reason. They did lie to me to get on the ferry to Victoria though. They told me the ferry was a floating casino and bar. I was pumped and let down!!
Victoria is amazing. I love the old architecture. I love the harbor and the downtown core. The trip went a little like this. We got there and were staying in a creepy / cool hotel. The guy running it was Cooks best man at his wedding. There wasn't a ton a of rooms in the place and whether it was true or not supposedly it was a brothel before it was a hotel. The very first night Sportys car got broke into. So that was a bit of a damper. Nothing valuable was stolen so that was good. We spent a couple days just seeing the sights. I love craigdarrouch castle. I also found out BC strip clubs are lame and the VLTS there are just scratch and win dispensers boring! We also made it out to the Sooke pothole and did some camping on the island. The sad thing is our camp site in Alberta were nicer. BC you would think would have amazing sites but they just cram you in! Then we slowly meandered back. We picked up Patty D in Van and went to Kelowna for a couple nights. The most interesting thing there was drunken Cook inviting people to share our site. Sporty, Dreads, TCM and I went to bed one night. Patty, KT and Cook were still up for awhile. I am not sure who was up when two Hells Angels rolled in. Cook was for sure cause he invited them to camp with us. They sat up and drank most the night away. Of course we didn't know what Cook had done. So when we unzip the tent and two bikers are sitting at the table it was a shock. The younger one of them gave me a big grin when I came out of a tent full of women. Then we headed home. It was the first real road trip I had done with friends. It was awesome.
Time did fly by. I had moved into that house and bought my truck in 2004. Victoria trip was in summer 2005 and by that fall my old friend Ditch had returned. I hate to say it but I was 100% right Shwa had wanted kids and a marriage. Ditch, either didn't see it (I doubt that, even with a name like Ditch he is a smart guy) or likely wasn't ready for that. So they broke and he came back. He had a bit of a hard time with it but hell who wouldn't after a 5 or 6 year thing. I got him on at work. And for awhile he was mixed in with all the rest of us. Another story with Ditch, we were all going to Jasper skiing in the end of 2005. I was driving him from work to grab gear and go. We are sitting in this intersection and he keeps saying go. Being an ass. Then I do go and bam a Jetta hit me. Busted the axle in the front of my truck. Fricking German super cars are tough. 2 things, first we made it to Jasper that night in KTs car. And two, this chicken head is one of the reasons your insurance is so high. Yes I was at fault, yes my insurance goes up. This woman hopped out of her car and came over to my truck to see if we were ok. (Cops said had we been in a car we woulda been dead.) We get out we are fine too. Everyone gives a statement and we go our own ways. A few months later I get a letter. I am being sued for $3.6 Million dollars. Claims as bad as nightmares from the accident make her unable to hold her grandchildren.
But again things started to go down hill. Electrician for some reason was getting fed up with couch guy not working. I didn't really mind. He was a decent roommate, I mean he cleaned and junk. Plus I never saw him use any of our stuff. But Electrician was convinced it would be for the best for him. I will admit it right now. He was right for awhile. Couch Guy did get a job and his own apartment. That was pretty good. We will get back to him again. The Quack started to be the problem. He was always a bit twitchy. But then he got down right strange. Weird hours, talking to himself. Crazy energy and then nothing. We all pretended it wasn't happening. Then shortly after TCMs birthday she had 5 crisp $100 sitting in our room. We were getting ready for work one morning we go up to the bedroom and 1 is gone. Of course we asked everyone else first, but Quack freely admitted it. He gave it back and we told him he had to go to. There was some crying but he understood. We gave him a month or so of course it still was interesting. We were in bed one asleep, when a drug dealer drives up onto the lawn. I guess Sister and Electrician knew him from back in school or something so they talked to him and he left but this was a sign shit was getting nuts. After that he was told he had to go and he did. The last thing was Sister and Electrician were always hot and then cold on and then off. I think they wanted a break from each other to. So in spring of 2006 we started looking for a new place. We all went our separate ways but one more piece of drama.
This isn't the house drama, that comes next but the German had his own drama. He tells me they are getting a divorce. That didn't last long. But it freed him up to come down for visits. Like when we bought off sales from the Strat hotel and paid twice from a bottle of rye that we couldn't drink. Like this shit was awful. If you're drunk and can't drink it. You know it's bad. Also he taught me to bake breakfast sausages. There is a helpful life tip. Cooks them nice and SOME not all as they are pure grease but some grease drips off.
The fucking landlord wouldn't give them back the $1500 hundred deposit! That was the house drama. The house was in terrible shape, he claimed AND he wanted another $1000. Fuck him, he was a dumb ass. Yes we had lived in it and made it dirty. BUT the girls had cleaned it better than when they moved in. The thing he didn't realize is they took pics of how nasty it was when they moved in. Mold they cleaned, nasty dirty shit through out the house. So it was easy, a simple phone call. That is fine, we will go to the landlord tenant board with these pics. Instead of being decent we will demand all we can get. Funny thing, he brought a cheque that day.....
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