The Briar Patch

January 17th 2014, currently was my last move. For anyone keeping score that is 14 moves in the 14 years I had lived in Edmonton. This time I moved to St. Albert. Also KTs was the single longest place I had lived anywhere in the last 14 years, so it was sad to go lotsa good memories there. On the bright side it was a crazy warm day for January. Like plus 10. The Frenchman, Bud and Diablo helped me move. Had a bit of a headache, the night before Tats had friends over that were in the living room until late. So even later Diablo came upstairs and we had a couple drinks and a last couple games of NHL hockey. But the day came and we were done early in the afternoon again. We did the normal thing and BBQd burgers and bought a flat of beer as she had some helpers too. However it wasn't like some of my moves. No one got super hammered, only Bud was actually there late. It didn't take long for me to be replaced. Only a week or two something unexpected happened. Bud moved into KTs. He...

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 u...

Life was as follows, get up at 630 which was a time I had forgot existed. Black, Cowboy and me piled into Blacks truck and went to work. This was when my coffee addiction started. Until then I never had tasted coffee! Now warehouse work was nothing like Black made it sound. I was more than capable of doing anything that needed done. Ya there was some heavy lifting but nothing bad. Pretty soon I was one of the top pickers. (Spell check wanted to change pickers to dickers for some reason. Whats a dicker?) I admit I sucked at building skids but oh well mostly I helped customers at the door. Plus I was getting in better shape, putting on a few healthy pounds. There as 1 guy, Pop Culture who stuck out right away. Like first day I start he says, that's all? I said what? Well the way Black talks about you, you're 6'5 and shot thunder bolts out yer ass. Actually you're kind of a let down. Wtf, I think the guy is a douche. But then at breaks or whenever I wanna talk about anythi...

I started me versus school round 2. I dunno if it was fair cause well I was doing the same stuff. Here is what was funny though. I handed in the same unedited essays to my new professor, the ones doctor whore face said were terrible and he disagreed. The grammar and shit was garbage but I had a very strong "voice". I didn't skip his class! Round 2 I was doing so much better! For now. 9/11 happened in here. I kinda glazed over it but this was about when it happened. My second crack at school. I remember I had worked late the night before, slept in because I didn't have any early classes and when I showed up it was strange. People were sitting around out front and everyone was sitting in the common areas of GMCC. So I asked someone, whats going on. All they could say was America was under attack. I didn't get it, when someone says that I thought the a military strike. I rushed to the nearest TV, both planes had hit but they were showing it over and over and trying...

The great adventure started June 28th 2000. Shwa, Ditch and I drove down to Edmonton  in my beat up car. We booked in a hotel in downtown and started our house hunt by visiting my cousin, Auntie Glos kid who lived here. We had circled a bunch of places in the classified and showed them to her. She scribbled them all out and said not in those areas. There was a reason they were cheap. She helped us find more and we spend the next day and a half looking and applying. We honestly got our heart set on one place. We nicknamed it Melrose Place, you 90s people will get it. Everyone was young and pretty and seemed to know each other. June 29th was my 19th birthday. So that night we went out to Whyte Ave! We had at least 10 applications out and we celebrated our asses off. Then reality crashed in. The 30th I got up and realized I was out of something. I don't even remember what, it was like pitstick or something so I got dressed left the hotel and started walking downtown. Then some lady ...