6.6.10

More happy things!

It's been a while since I've written anything. I don't know if I mentioned it elsewhere, but I was up in FSJ working for about five weeks, and I wrote alot of sort of half decent shit then. I'll probably put it up later.

However, the overall summary:


Fort Saint John Job:
Duration: Apr 10th - May 22nd
Hours Worked: ALOT
Money Blown: $1500<
Numbers Gotten: 4, none of whom are really all that callable now that I'm not stuck there.
Drug Connections: 2, one also being a number.
Weed Smoked (gs): 210 plus a little hash.
Beers Drank: 10?
Shit Dealt With: 3 (My boss, Demo boss, old fucker who I should have let get himself killed anyway. DO NOT WALK UNDER THE BUILDING WHILE IT'S COLLAPSING is not something I should have to tell people who are just going to be dicks about it anyway).
Things Looted:
Sin City DVD and Book
Good Fellas DVD
Bottles of Wine (didn't count them, probably around a dozen. And I ended up finding the owner and returning them anyway after drinking one with some dude)
Four Canadians (Which I gave to the aformentioned dude, who got me good and smashed in return)
Parties Attended: 2
Steaks Eaten: 5 (my weed buddy really could BQ like a champ)
Times Thrown Up: 3 (all within 20 minutes, right after I'd eaten an apple on a sober day. Yeah, I don't get it either)

Anyway, that's about all I remember right now. I've got like a chest cold or something, so I'm kinda feeling shitty and can't think too good. All and all, it was a good time, and I actually didn't really want to take off since they were supposed to be getting their fair the day we left (they postponed it due to shit weather).

I'll have to call M (what she's listed as in the phone. I think it was Melissa or something, but I'll really have to stop abbreviating EVERY "M" name (from Marissa to Mike) as M), since I promised her acid if I could get some, but really, I was a shocked as anyone else at home by many numbers I actually got. Especially since I had very few clothes and looked like shit the whole time. FSJ girls are REALLY friendly (to be polite), and I guess they just haven't ever met guys who aren't totally convinced that women should be silent cleaning tools yet.

Well, that's the trip. I'm sick and tired and doing something else now.

1 comment:

  1. I can't really remember what the deal with that Melissa chick was. She had a pretty fricken sweet toque.

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