At first Phil seemed like a decent guy, clean clothes, gold teeth, big wad of cash in his pocket that he would count every half hour. There had to have been at least a thousand dollars, but i digress. Me and Phil got to talking and it turned out he was headed to Calgary for "business".
Phil was a business man and tried to offer me a position, he gave me the option to come to Calgary. I would be put up in a place to stay, do some "odd jobs"(he didn't say what). The most inviting part was that he offered me 5 grand to do it. I reluctantly declined, but asked for the loot anyway, he didn't find that as funny as i did.
He made some friends on the bus. He kept passing his puzzle book to people and they would return it with cash in it (turns out he was selling crack). So Phil thinks it smart to start drinking on the bus, I partook a little. Phil downs about a 26 of Greygoose and its only 11pm. We are about 5 hours from Regina. I made my escape and moved to an empty seat when i had the chance, and man was it good that i did. Phil was smoking in the washroom on the bus, stealing peoples noses (classic dad trick "i got your nose") and starting fights.
What i heard in the back of the bus i will never forget. Phil threatened to stab some skinhead over a transaction. Well, this skinhead opens his jacket, looks him dead in the eyes and says "If you stab me, you better make sure I'm dead".
To this day that is the most badass thing i have heard anyone say.
Well when we got to Regina there were police waiting to arrest Phil as he got off the bus. Lucky for him he had a joint behind his ear, and boy was he drunk.
Needless to say the rest of the trip was not as exciting, although everyone on the bus had something to talk about with each other.
I got to Vancouver safely and had a blast, but that's another story.
Things I like
I like standing on the bridge over a highway and guessing which lane the next car is going to come out
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