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the mall’s weren’t that bad cos I forced the VOD to stick to the game plan….I didn’t get into trouble till I got back out here to Brentwood…..where……

I almost got arrested at the Liquor Store…I went in lookin for the fixins for “Nuclear Waste ala Sweet n Loose” ….

so I’m walking around the liquor store looking for Blue Curacao and I don’t want a vat cos at the rate I drink they’ll have to bury the heel with me…..

first there’s this british woman in there with a little boy…child is about 6 years old…she and her hubby are wearing coats and hats and boots and mitts and the kid is wearing a fuckin t-shirt….
so the kid is crying that he’s cold and the mother is laughing at him….(I just know immediately that she’s one o them “new age” mothers that ain’t gonna do nuttin to force their kid to do nuttin they don’t wanna….but jeez lady…it’s fricken cold out…make the kid stay home if he won’t wear a jacket….) I am irritated by the kid shrieking and the overly loud “look at me” laughter of his mother….

but I still myself and keep looking for Blue Curacao….I walk past this “new to english speaking Canadian” that works there and as I go by I say to him (cos he’s blocking the isle) “excuse me” to which he replies….”nothin like a crucifixion to bring all the drunks out to play!”

I swung around to accost him and the VOD grabbed me by the arm and literally pushed me out the freakin door….

we had a small “discussion” just outside the door on the merit’s of me going back inside to speak to the manager…the VOD’s opinion being that even if I’m right…should I go back in there and lose my temper she’ll have to drive alla way to Sidney (20 min) to get pong going forward….

so then we went to the local grocers where by some “new kid” packs the chips, tomatoes and avocados under the fucking canned goods….

I came home.

I’m gonna stay home till Jan ok?

ohhhhmmmm my fat lilly white ass!

the sound: Black Sabbath – Black Sabbath

“We…..We have to stop them!…We have to do something!…I have to go home!!!!” my voice rises both in volume and decibel.

Wonder Woman turns on me “Do You Think I am unaware you whiny little bitch?” she yells right in my face as she grabs me by the shoulders shaking me.

“That’s my Little Man out there and the last time he tried this he got shot!!!”

“Oh god…”
“Oh fuck…”
“Oh god what am I gonna do?” I whimper as I hear another volley of shots…and then gun silence as sound of bikes continue around the track.

“Just one more baby” I hear her breath and I look back up at her as she watches Robert re-load for the third time, “just one more and yer in” and I realized I’m not the baby she’s talking to.

Robert raises his arm as I sink back into my chair…”I need something stronger than beer to drink” I think and look around for the bottle. I remember where it is just as he shoots again, someone passes me a joint and I absent mindedly take a toke.

Two shots, and then the unmistakable sound of a bike out of control, this time he’s hit something and I hold my breath and turn to the field.

As if in slow motion I see a bike with a huge cemetery style bitch bar go down as it slides in one direction and it’s rider in another. All around it bikes are skidding out of control and lights are coming on and people are yelling.

I sink lower in my chair and oddly (as often happens to me in periods of high stress) my thoughts are pulled away to another time another place, both familiar and scary.

This time it was the time Mike and I totaled his brand bike.