Duckfeet
01-14-2007, 02:57 PM
I'm still up in Tacoma WA. Just emailed Flipside, but I got on at a Cafe' deal here, they have a fucking *rollerball* on this goddamn machine.
I don't have time to read messages, want to get back to motel to watch game--left cellphone in SD haha--Chargers in AFC playoff, whoop whoop..but actually if I root for anybody, it's the goddamned chokers of the NFL universe, the NO Saints, I saw'em get whooped by the Raiders, back when *Stabler* was king....but anyway...
I left that morning, thursday, w United flite to Vancouver, one stopoff in SF, roundtrip, $650, all excited, figuring one way or the other, I'd have dope by nitefall, and be in friendlier neighborhood for old dopefiends like me.
No fucking way. If there is a God, which I seriously doubt, then he don't like me...In Vancouver airport terminal, I fill out tourist card, Customs ask what I'm doing there, I say tourisim, they shuffle me and all the other white kids into this big area, long line. What is it with all the *orientals* up there, it's like just about everybody was from FarEast, some fucking place, even the goddamn announcements were repeated in "fuck if I know"kung fu sounding shit, sounded like Vietnamese to me.
Anyway, after about an hour wait, I shit u not, I finally get to front of line, they ask me bunch of questions, *one* of which, have I ever been to jail, been arrested? And of course I say: *no*, laugh, like that is a ridiculous question. Hey, I'm in Brooks Brothers tweed sportcoat, blue dressshirt, Khaki pants, slightly skuffed boatshoes, look tanned, *sharp*, successful, handsome: like Sean Connery on a *good* day! This ugly rude old bat says she'll be right back.
Well, about half hour later, she comes back says "why did I *lie*?!" And I knew gig was up. I start doing usual convict dance, because, see, I know she knows *something*, but I don't know *what* it is yet, and don't want to give her any more ammo than she obviously already has. She goes into this bullshit about how it is criminal offense to *lie* to "ministerial* officer or some such shit. But again, I'm back in "convict mode just caught by cop" and I get hard and cautious, and I'm hard to scare, when I'm like that...And all I'm thinking about, really, is that I brought a bunch of *rigs* with me in my bag, and my explanation now seems weak....
But anyway, turns out they have all my shit from *Florida* from the fucking *seventies* where I was arrested for drugstore burglaries, a shooting (aggravated battery), all kinds of shit, I was a hardcore biker then, more than a junky, but she *does* have only *one* conviction that matters, which is burglary in California, and *nothing* from the eighties, from Louisiana, which blew me away, so they're thinking I've been just been really sneaky for almost thirty fucking years, and I, of course, am doing my best "I've been sober 25 years, this is an outrage" imitation of a citizen...but anyway...I'm turned away, big humiliating scene, much to entertainment of all the far-east oriental motherfuckers who were all sliding in with no sweat, ecstatic at the diversion from *their* bullshit. I mean only other person in trouble, was this young guy had a first offender DUI, not even a *felony* in U.S., and he too was turned away, tho they said he could have gotten in *if* he had told the truth, *and* gotten some fucking permission from their goddamn ministry. bitch tells me they "catch" about ten of "us" a day. Ugly old witch, too, tho fairly friendly, to her credit, once she knew I wasn't going to be bringing my sorry ass into her country...they don't mind bussing all their newly arrived muslim terrorist immigrants to *my* country tho...(I'm venting, forgive....I know Islam is a "rellgion of peace" blah blah blah)
Several boring hours later I am put back on flight to U.S. where I opted to go to Seattle--Tacoma, actually--where I used to hang out, and got a motel for a few days, as I didn't want to go straight home, as my family, particularly inlaws, take too much pleasure in this kind of shit.
Oh well, I'm going to hole up a few days here, I had a friend who had moved back up to Vancouver, I knew from San Diego, and she had come to Airport to get me, and she drove down next day here to Tacoma, to hang out with me--Vancouver isn't that long a drive to Seattle, and Tacoma is just south of Seattle....she don't do dope anymore, thinks this whole thing is hilarious...hahahah...bitch....she's looking over my shoulder...really good looking woman, doesn't look a day over sixty hahahah...bitch..... :-) Good thing I brought what's left of my fucking subs, anyway, I'm right off of I5 in Comfort Inn in Tacoma, holed up for a week here, licking my wounds. Hey, I know it's a funny story, that's why I told u all. It'll be funny to me too, if I could cop, but I'm clueless, here...there, San Diego, everywhere....so it'll be a week or two before it's funny to me. What fucking *language* was that in the airport. All these Japanese looking motherfuckers all nodding their heads happily, while my raggedy ass gets turned away....oh well, they were right, I'm no good, just another old junky, looking for a fix...sigh......I'll check back in in a day or two....go Saints!....go Chargers!.... now *that* would be my ideal Superbowl! Sorry, it's a *guy* thing....
byebye....
Duckfeet
*Unwanted*
in Canada
I don't have time to read messages, want to get back to motel to watch game--left cellphone in SD haha--Chargers in AFC playoff, whoop whoop..but actually if I root for anybody, it's the goddamned chokers of the NFL universe, the NO Saints, I saw'em get whooped by the Raiders, back when *Stabler* was king....but anyway...
I left that morning, thursday, w United flite to Vancouver, one stopoff in SF, roundtrip, $650, all excited, figuring one way or the other, I'd have dope by nitefall, and be in friendlier neighborhood for old dopefiends like me.
No fucking way. If there is a God, which I seriously doubt, then he don't like me...In Vancouver airport terminal, I fill out tourist card, Customs ask what I'm doing there, I say tourisim, they shuffle me and all the other white kids into this big area, long line. What is it with all the *orientals* up there, it's like just about everybody was from FarEast, some fucking place, even the goddamn announcements were repeated in "fuck if I know"kung fu sounding shit, sounded like Vietnamese to me.
Anyway, after about an hour wait, I shit u not, I finally get to front of line, they ask me bunch of questions, *one* of which, have I ever been to jail, been arrested? And of course I say: *no*, laugh, like that is a ridiculous question. Hey, I'm in Brooks Brothers tweed sportcoat, blue dressshirt, Khaki pants, slightly skuffed boatshoes, look tanned, *sharp*, successful, handsome: like Sean Connery on a *good* day! This ugly rude old bat says she'll be right back.
Well, about half hour later, she comes back says "why did I *lie*?!" And I knew gig was up. I start doing usual convict dance, because, see, I know she knows *something*, but I don't know *what* it is yet, and don't want to give her any more ammo than she obviously already has. She goes into this bullshit about how it is criminal offense to *lie* to "ministerial* officer or some such shit. But again, I'm back in "convict mode just caught by cop" and I get hard and cautious, and I'm hard to scare, when I'm like that...And all I'm thinking about, really, is that I brought a bunch of *rigs* with me in my bag, and my explanation now seems weak....
But anyway, turns out they have all my shit from *Florida* from the fucking *seventies* where I was arrested for drugstore burglaries, a shooting (aggravated battery), all kinds of shit, I was a hardcore biker then, more than a junky, but she *does* have only *one* conviction that matters, which is burglary in California, and *nothing* from the eighties, from Louisiana, which blew me away, so they're thinking I've been just been really sneaky for almost thirty fucking years, and I, of course, am doing my best "I've been sober 25 years, this is an outrage" imitation of a citizen...but anyway...I'm turned away, big humiliating scene, much to entertainment of all the far-east oriental motherfuckers who were all sliding in with no sweat, ecstatic at the diversion from *their* bullshit. I mean only other person in trouble, was this young guy had a first offender DUI, not even a *felony* in U.S., and he too was turned away, tho they said he could have gotten in *if* he had told the truth, *and* gotten some fucking permission from their goddamn ministry. bitch tells me they "catch" about ten of "us" a day. Ugly old witch, too, tho fairly friendly, to her credit, once she knew I wasn't going to be bringing my sorry ass into her country...they don't mind bussing all their newly arrived muslim terrorist immigrants to *my* country tho...(I'm venting, forgive....I know Islam is a "rellgion of peace" blah blah blah)
Several boring hours later I am put back on flight to U.S. where I opted to go to Seattle--Tacoma, actually--where I used to hang out, and got a motel for a few days, as I didn't want to go straight home, as my family, particularly inlaws, take too much pleasure in this kind of shit.
Oh well, I'm going to hole up a few days here, I had a friend who had moved back up to Vancouver, I knew from San Diego, and she had come to Airport to get me, and she drove down next day here to Tacoma, to hang out with me--Vancouver isn't that long a drive to Seattle, and Tacoma is just south of Seattle....she don't do dope anymore, thinks this whole thing is hilarious...hahahah...bitch....she's looking over my shoulder...really good looking woman, doesn't look a day over sixty hahahah...bitch..... :-) Good thing I brought what's left of my fucking subs, anyway, I'm right off of I5 in Comfort Inn in Tacoma, holed up for a week here, licking my wounds. Hey, I know it's a funny story, that's why I told u all. It'll be funny to me too, if I could cop, but I'm clueless, here...there, San Diego, everywhere....so it'll be a week or two before it's funny to me. What fucking *language* was that in the airport. All these Japanese looking motherfuckers all nodding their heads happily, while my raggedy ass gets turned away....oh well, they were right, I'm no good, just another old junky, looking for a fix...sigh......I'll check back in in a day or two....go Saints!....go Chargers!.... now *that* would be my ideal Superbowl! Sorry, it's a *guy* thing....
byebye....
Duckfeet
*Unwanted*
in Canada