Through out my life it seems if there was someone I didn’t want to meet again that person would cross my path. A good example of this was Billy ! When I first started buying drugs I would usually go through Rick Boris but on day I went on Spark St. Mall looking for hash. A couple of guys approached me and asked me to follow them to a parkade . One guy was tall maybe 5 years older then me with long black hair and a beard . The other had long blond hair both looked like your classic Hippies. The blond guy ask me to give him the money and wait for him because his dealer doesn’t trust anyone. That seem plausible but I was still reluctant when he added “ my friend will stay here with you” That sounded safe so I handed him $20 and off he went . After waiting about twenty minutes he did not return and at this point his friend said : I don’t think he’s coming back . I replied “ I thought he was your friend?” “No “ he said “ I gave him money to get me hash too” ! I decided to go looking for him and parted ways with the guy who was with me . About 30 minutes later as I was walking down Spark St. I see both the blond hair guy and the dark haired guy sitting on the edge of the fountain. As I got closer I said” where’s my money ?” The blond guy boldly said “ You just got ripped you goof! Don’t” you get it?” This made me mad so I repeated “give me my money! Or else…. “Or else what? He said moving toward me with his friend beside him . I backed off and walked away and as I was walking I heard him say “ let that be a lesson to you , don’t trust anyone! “ I guess he’s right “ I thought to myself as I walked away in shame. A year later I’m hanging out at the Pincrest project where I would sometime stay at Dom’s place . I couldn’t impose on them all the time so as luck would have one day when I was walking back from Bayshore I found and old shed left behind on a torn down property. I found a mattress and some candles , and blankets! I made the shack quite cosy! The shack was surrounded by a dense bushy area so that’s where I would go to sleep. Sometime people I met in Pincrest would come over and smoke joints with me . One day this older teenager and his girlfriend came checking out my shack . The guy offered to smoke some hash with me . I immediately recognised him as the guy who robbed me on Spark St. I now knew his name because Dom had gotten beat up by him a couple of week before at a party and the discription matched this guy . It seems that when Dom wasn’t looking Billy kicked Dom in the face with no warning whats so ever. That evening Dom, Albert and even Richard Beatty were calling them out while standing outside there house. The police came and soon everyone was dispersed. I knew about Billy . His familly lived just half a block from my parents new place on the east side of Ottawa . He was a punk and spent many years in jail before and long after. I guess just knowing he spent time locked up should have been enough to satisfy my need for revenge but he also had sucker kicked my best friend Dom in the face . Here he was sitting on my bed with his girlfriend with him and me standing with my back to him heating my hot knives with a torch I found in one of my break in. My heart was pounding 100 miles per hour because I was about to do something I had never done in my life !Take revenge! “You don’t remember me do you? I said holding a chunk of hash between my two red hot knives as he was taking a toke of the burning hash. “No” he answered as he exhaled the smoke from his lungs . That’s when I dropped the knives on his chess and started punching him in the face with his girlfriend screaming and trying to hold me back . He managed to get by me and out the door his girlfriend behind him . I grabbed my bat that I kept for safety and followed them. “What’s your fucking problem!” he screamed as he was backing away from me moving forward. “You fuck in ripped me off for hash on Spark St. a year ago” I screamed while running toward him with my bat raised high. This guy was hard core ! Even with me holding a bat he was cursing at me and threatening to come back with a gun as his girlfriend was pulling him away toward the project. My heart was racing so fast I thought I was going to have a heart attack. As I was calming down I realise how stupid that was and began imagining him coming back with some friends to kill me. Rather then running like any intelligent person would when dealing with a nut case like that I sat down and smoked a joint because Mike Young doesn't run. I don’t know if he called the Police but they shoved up and evicted me from my shack about an hour later . The Police told me his name and who he was. I already knew his name but thats when I learned how dangerous he was. They said they picked him up on an outstanding warrant . That was a relief! I guess that’s the other side of the coin ! What I mean by that is through out my life I always seem to meet up with my enemies or people I never want to see again but the other side of the coin is things always happen to people who have done me wrong . The severity of what happens to them seems to correlate to how dangerous or hurtful they were to me. To this day I see this happening. When I was spiritual I used to attribute it to a force protecting me. Now that I don’t believe in spiritual things I don’t have an answer to why these things happen.
No comments:
Post a Comment