Today after a ridiculously hard day at work, and just being in a piss poor mood in general, some native guy on the road asked me for a cigarette, to which I replied:
"Sorry Chief, I don't think the great spirit would want me to give you that smoke."
This is surprizing for many reasons, the first that something so ignorant would come out of my mouth, second is that I didn't get the shit kicked out me, but most surprizing of all would be if I ever got into heaven.
Transients aside, this city is pretty fucking cool, and as such I've been able to do some pretty cool things. On the 6th I was invited by a girl I work with to a sold out Guns n' Roses concert. I didn't even have to pay, just drive. A-Ok by me, and say what you will about it not being "actually" GNR, but Axl and his cover band put on a hell of a show. This is as close as I'll ever come to seeing one of my favorite bands. No, they didn't have Slash, Duff, etc but they played 80% of Appetitte for destruction, blew the roof off the saddledome, and fuck, it didn't cost me a dime.
The following Friday, I met up with Mr. Adam Acorn and we headed to the Ship and anchor pub on 17th Ave. We proceeded to make friends, and drink so much that I couldn't read the menu at Boston pizza. Keiths on tap is dangerous as fvck.
That Saturday I was fortunate enough to visit the Saddledome yet again to watch my beloved Flames destroy those bastard Vancouverites. The seats were shitty, but I was able to heckle:
Jan Bulis- "You're only here because all of Montreal hates you!"
Marcus Naslund, and the Sedin twins- "That shit only works in Sweden!"
Roberto Luongo- "Looooo-ooooon----go" x 1 million
The fact that there were Canucks fans that I knew in attendance, and discovering why they call the beer there "heroin beer" were all a bonus.
These are fast times for your humble narrator, fast times indeed. I'd just like to let y'all know to donate any usable organs if in the future you hear I was scalped and hung from a totem pole by my scrotum.
