Wednesday, September 16, 2009

Sunset on Parc.

Scrap yard.





Jp and I went to the scrap yard to find lil blackie a new bumper. Strange place, though I did spend a chunk of my childhood here pickin away with my dad, so in some why it was comforting.

Sunday, September 13, 2009

Parry Sound.


Things I learned in Parry Sound:
- I learned how long a mile is and how long it takes to walk one, and then some.
-I got really good at watching trains, and figuring out that the train that we wanted doesn't stop where its suppose to...
-CP Rail and CN Rail share tracks.
-Parry Sounds doesn't use its yard anymore.

Well, we spent 3 days longer is Parry Sound then we wanted to. The yard was so fucking far out of town that when we were walking towards it we doubted it... twice. The first night it rained on us. We drank hot chocolate at Tim Horton's till wee hours. I woke up in the morning to discover that a bear had shit right on the tarp, which my legs were under. Lea says it was bear medicine. Second night we found a really cute peninsula with a really nice rock ledge looking over the yard. We had to camp out there cause our hop out spot was inhabited by bears. Yes, that's right... lying on the train tracks, mama and two cubs, eating, sun bathing, doing whatever it is that bears do ( we later found out, from a kid in Winnipeg, that the new hop out spot is even further then where we were). We had a camp fire that night. Woke up in the morning to discover that we had been eaten alive by bugs and that a bear had batted our food out of a tree and ate all of it... even licked the peanut butter cup wrapper clean. Walked into town more times then desired. Called it quits and hitched outta there only to be picked up and carried off to our other crazy adventure. Manitoulin Island... wasn't part of the plan, or at least that's what we thought.

Monday, September 7, 2009

Career Suicide







I went to the Career Suicide show at Friendship Cove last weekend. Good times. I really like those guys, its nice to hear some of that old school 80s hardcore punk. Luey was suppose to come, but couldn't make it. I miss you.

Dan was fuckin outta control, which is nice to see once in a while. I love you too, Dan... Oh! and by the way, if you don't protest in one week I'm going to post "American Ninja: Part 4"!

Toronto.

-Gino's dropped us off at about 1 am, just a few blocks from our hop out spot. Got to the diamond to discover that someone had made a cross that said there's no crew change there anymore.
-snooping around the yard, watching trains go by, trying to figure out if they stop anywhere around the diamond.
-One minute watching a train roll in, next hiding behind a trees in the tall grass, as there's spotlights being swept across the area we were hiding in. They stood no less then 10 feet away from us. No luck, so they drove back to their shack. Close call.
-Decide this place is heated out, and go and set up camp (when I refer to camp, I mean putting a tarp down on the ground and lying on it) under some trees, in a ditch, at the back of someones fence. Stay awake until about 5 am watching trains. All too fast to get on.
- Up at about 12 pm, to the sound of a dog barking behind us on the other side of the fence. We decide to get going, when all off a sudden two older worker men come out of a door in the fence that we didn't even know existed, and we both looked at each other and paused. "Morning, you kids hungry... for rabbits!?" Then he proceeded to dump a burlap bag full of dead bunnies onto the ground.
- Okay, Perry Sound here we come. Took a series of buses out to the hi way to be picked up from two young boys from Sudbury who also drove a nice fast truck, liked pounding house and lots of weed.

Point A.

Montreal, July 5th. Mission: get of the island.

-Went to the train yard at 12:30 am to wait for the 2am train heading to Toronto. Watched hella activity until 7am, passed out until 2pm, said "fuck it!" then walked up the hill to catch the commuter train.

Mission: Accomplished.

- Larry. Strange man, but sweet. We thought we were going to die on our first ride. Why? cause he picked us up, then asked us to go for a drink with him, we said no, so he dropped us off, then came back less than 5 mins. later and told us to get back in. While driving down the hiway, he says " I just wanna show you guys something" and veers off the hiway onto a dirt road. Turns out Larry just wanted to show us the beautiful view of the lake in Cornwall. Dropped us off right out side of the city limits and gave me a full pack of smokes and 40 bucks. Larry was all about the quality of life. Women trying to steal all his money, and all he wants to do is have a nice bottle of wine and some shrimp.
-Second ride from Dennis and Fred. Ones from Afghanistan, the other from Turkey. Both work for IBM, and are going to university in Toronto. They like fast sports cars, loud progressive house, and lots of weed. Before we could say anything, the first thing they asked us was " what do you two think about religion?" I would have to say that was one of the best rides we got. Speeding 130 in a jetta all the way to Toronto, listening to pounding bass, and having amazing conversations. Intellectual Gino's. Who knew?

" Muthafuuucksheeet" -Persian dude who sells hot dogs in down town Toronto.

Sunday, September 6, 2009

Some Things Never Change.


I'm still the same girl you've always known.


Only better.