I’m still here. Still in Ottawa
, still away from Toronto
is being sued
. Ten thousand dollars, they want, for the damages incurred in the fire last May
. Seven hundred a month. He doesn’t have the money to fight it, nor does he have a legal leg to stand on
, so he’s most likely going to have to pay up, or declare bankruptcy
For obvious reasons, he cannot put up a Jairus
at the moment. If and when I go, It’ll need to be with a few thousand banked first, so that me and Jes
, if he’s coming) can do for ourselves.
It’s not all that bad, though. I’ve got a few contacts here that might be able to get me a fairly decent job… Maybe something at Nortel
, or some such. In any case, money is good, and money is necessary. I can’t stay where I am very much longer… It’s making my ego
Maybe get a one bedroom on a month-to-month basis, until I’ve managed to save up enough for a move to TO
. We shall see.
sucked ass. Big ass, too.
The only Hell’s Angel
s sanctioned dealer
at the party was giving out bad bad pills
. To anyone and everyone. He was the only major dealer, too, so everyone who did any kind of drugs got bad ones.
There’s nothing quite like sitting down, and realizing there’s a grown man crying under your chair, or trying to go to the washroom and seeing a lineup of people who need to throw up.
The dance floor was just a big mess of stumbling
, and prostate costumed ravers
. It was a bad, bad scene