The rest of what I wrote today!
Surprised you, didn't I? Sorry, I laughed so hard. You should have seen the look on you face. Of course it's true! I'm not in the habit of lying about these sorts of things. No, I'm not pulling your leg. We did. There were five of us. We were all in perfect positions to pull this off and well, nobody got hurt, the economy didn't suffer for it and we've put back into the communities we live in, so it's not like we were a bunch of derelicts who just wanted to rip-off the establishment. We just wanted a piece of the pie. All of us hard-working, law abiding citizens, trying to get somewhere, work towards a goal, but in this day an age, it ain't easy - not unless you have ton of money to begin with, or are willing to sell your soul to the corporate devil and step over a lot of decent folks to get there.
I've been cynical all my life, kid. Get used to it. It's going to colour this story most likely.
Report me? Kid, I'm telling you this story and you don't know jack. I'm not giving you any details that you can follow up on and for all you DO know, I AM pulling your leg. Besides, there's no evidence any money was stolen from anywhere, of any fraud or embezzlement. I'm only 'fessing up now and even if you could prove anything, I've lived my life, I've long come to accept it was possible I could get caught, end up convicted and set up as somebody's bitch in a jail cell. Either that or somebody'd be my bitch. Don't let the face fool you. I'm a lot tougher than folks realise and I've always made sure to stay healthy an strong. I've been through more in my life than most of those bozos in jail.
So, don't think to threaten me with that bullshit. You get this story, you get a good one. If all you're going to do is threaten me, then well, this interview ends now and you can go back and tell your cronies they can work hard, save up and don't forget to sell your soul to the Bay Street Fat Cats.
I see you're back. Curious are you? Yeah, I figure I'd catch you that way. You'll probably have a better story to report than anyone else. Ever see the move Risky Business? I love that movie. W were sort of like that. Said "what the fuck" and got on with it.
Make yourself comfortable. Hopefully you'll be in for one hell of a ride.
To be honest, it all started off with a joke. A sort of stress release. Like I said, there were five of us: Sophie, me, Jace, Andy and Cora. Sophie, Jace, Andy and I went to university together. I met Sophie in one of my social work classes. She had been studying criminology and wanted to be a cop. She was a cop. Damned good one too and gorgeous, intelligent, articulate and came from a good background. She was also black. She got into the police force because of race and she got nowhere in the force because of race. She loved her job, but hated the politics, the tokenism and the bullshit. She was a better cop than most white boys, but it was pretty clear that she didn't get in on merit. That really pissed her off. Jace was in the same program I was in. We had grandiose ideas about helping people. Two white guys. Jace and his twin brother Andy got jobs as security guards and later as armoured car drivers to get them through school, much like my bank job was. It wasn't supposed to be forever, but by our 30's we were still doing it. I mean, it's not like the Ontario government gave out enough money for a body to get himself through school. Unless you had a rich daddy, you HAD to work. I didn't have a rich daddy. Hell, I didn't even have a daddy. Actually, I got nothing from the government either. See, I was a ward of the province, being a foster kid, so for parent or guardian on the forms, I put down "Ontario Government". They didn't appreciate the joke. Even my social worker was a bitch. The people who complain about abusive foster parents haven't met some of the social workers in the program. They're the worst. Mine told me I'd likely be nothing more than a labour worker, watching porno flicks while jacking off and drinking beer on weekends. At best, I'd make a good living pimping or prostituting myself. She suggested I be a stripper - good money and I had the body and looks for it. She said she'd pay good money to see me take it off. I was seventeen at the time. I never took her advice obviously.
Yeah, I know, not all of them are like that. I had one cool social worker to deal with but she retired. Then they gave me this bitch. I think she eventually got fired. Wish I had've been there to see that.
Cora? Oh yeah, Cora. She was Andy's girlfriend. She was a legal assistant for a big corporate law firm on Bay Street. She was really straight and she and Andy were like soulmates or something. You saw them together and you KNEW they belonged together, no doubt about it. I envied Andy this one. See, like me, Andy and Jace were foster kids but their mom got her life together and met a really cool guy and got the twins back. They only had to go through a few years of hell. My mother took off on me soon after my father got shot during a drug bust. She just walked. I was small too. I barely remember her. I don't remember my father at all. Anyway, I envied Andy because I always had trouble with relationships - with women anyway - I can be friends with people, just other things, no. I just run. So now I don't bother. But I did envy Andy. He and Cora are still together. They have kids, a house a car, the whole pretty picture.
The "joke" started after Cora had her end of the year review at work and got her so called "Christmas Bonus". Sophie, Jace and I were visiting Andy waiting for her to come home. It was a couple of days before Christmas and we were making plans for Christmas Day. I always spent it with Andy and Cora since I had nowhere else to go really. They had a small bungalow in East York and on Christmas Day Andy, Jace and their parents would come over and so would Cora's and me and we'd all help with dinner.
So, a few days before this we were hanging around the house, it was freezing hell outside and had started to snow and we hoped there'd be enough for a White Christmas. Inside the Christmas tree was up, totally undecorated since Andy and Cora always did that Christmas Eve, usually with me there, but tonight we were sitting in the livingroom, drinking beer, except me, I don't drink and never have, and watching cartoons waiting for Cora to come home.
Sophie was relating yet another story of a really dumb criminal when we heard a car door slam.
I've been cynical all my life, kid. Get used to it. It's going to colour this story most likely.
Report me? Kid, I'm telling you this story and you don't know jack. I'm not giving you any details that you can follow up on and for all you DO know, I AM pulling your leg. Besides, there's no evidence any money was stolen from anywhere, of any fraud or embezzlement. I'm only 'fessing up now and even if you could prove anything, I've lived my life, I've long come to accept it was possible I could get caught, end up convicted and set up as somebody's bitch in a jail cell. Either that or somebody'd be my bitch. Don't let the face fool you. I'm a lot tougher than folks realise and I've always made sure to stay healthy an strong. I've been through more in my life than most of those bozos in jail.
So, don't think to threaten me with that bullshit. You get this story, you get a good one. If all you're going to do is threaten me, then well, this interview ends now and you can go back and tell your cronies they can work hard, save up and don't forget to sell your soul to the Bay Street Fat Cats.
I see you're back. Curious are you? Yeah, I figure I'd catch you that way. You'll probably have a better story to report than anyone else. Ever see the move Risky Business? I love that movie. W were sort of like that. Said "what the fuck" and got on with it.
Make yourself comfortable. Hopefully you'll be in for one hell of a ride.
To be honest, it all started off with a joke. A sort of stress release. Like I said, there were five of us: Sophie, me, Jace, Andy and Cora. Sophie, Jace, Andy and I went to university together. I met Sophie in one of my social work classes. She had been studying criminology and wanted to be a cop. She was a cop. Damned good one too and gorgeous, intelligent, articulate and came from a good background. She was also black. She got into the police force because of race and she got nowhere in the force because of race. She loved her job, but hated the politics, the tokenism and the bullshit. She was a better cop than most white boys, but it was pretty clear that she didn't get in on merit. That really pissed her off. Jace was in the same program I was in. We had grandiose ideas about helping people. Two white guys. Jace and his twin brother Andy got jobs as security guards and later as armoured car drivers to get them through school, much like my bank job was. It wasn't supposed to be forever, but by our 30's we were still doing it. I mean, it's not like the Ontario government gave out enough money for a body to get himself through school. Unless you had a rich daddy, you HAD to work. I didn't have a rich daddy. Hell, I didn't even have a daddy. Actually, I got nothing from the government either. See, I was a ward of the province, being a foster kid, so for parent or guardian on the forms, I put down "Ontario Government". They didn't appreciate the joke. Even my social worker was a bitch. The people who complain about abusive foster parents haven't met some of the social workers in the program. They're the worst. Mine told me I'd likely be nothing more than a labour worker, watching porno flicks while jacking off and drinking beer on weekends. At best, I'd make a good living pimping or prostituting myself. She suggested I be a stripper - good money and I had the body and looks for it. She said she'd pay good money to see me take it off. I was seventeen at the time. I never took her advice obviously.
Yeah, I know, not all of them are like that. I had one cool social worker to deal with but she retired. Then they gave me this bitch. I think she eventually got fired. Wish I had've been there to see that.
Cora? Oh yeah, Cora. She was Andy's girlfriend. She was a legal assistant for a big corporate law firm on Bay Street. She was really straight and she and Andy were like soulmates or something. You saw them together and you KNEW they belonged together, no doubt about it. I envied Andy this one. See, like me, Andy and Jace were foster kids but their mom got her life together and met a really cool guy and got the twins back. They only had to go through a few years of hell. My mother took off on me soon after my father got shot during a drug bust. She just walked. I was small too. I barely remember her. I don't remember my father at all. Anyway, I envied Andy because I always had trouble with relationships - with women anyway - I can be friends with people, just other things, no. I just run. So now I don't bother. But I did envy Andy. He and Cora are still together. They have kids, a house a car, the whole pretty picture.
The "joke" started after Cora had her end of the year review at work and got her so called "Christmas Bonus". Sophie, Jace and I were visiting Andy waiting for her to come home. It was a couple of days before Christmas and we were making plans for Christmas Day. I always spent it with Andy and Cora since I had nowhere else to go really. They had a small bungalow in East York and on Christmas Day Andy, Jace and their parents would come over and so would Cora's and me and we'd all help with dinner.
So, a few days before this we were hanging around the house, it was freezing hell outside and had started to snow and we hoped there'd be enough for a White Christmas. Inside the Christmas tree was up, totally undecorated since Andy and Cora always did that Christmas Eve, usually with me there, but tonight we were sitting in the livingroom, drinking beer, except me, I don't drink and never have, and watching cartoons waiting for Cora to come home.
Sophie was relating yet another story of a really dumb criminal when we heard a car door slam.