another new day!!!!!
Ran into a guy I went to highschool with today. He was always kind of a strange kid. Nice guy, but a little odd. I remember his parents didnt' even show up for graduation and he walked out there all alone with no one to congratulate him.
Anyway, he had trouble getting along with people becasue of his odd ways. He was alwasy talking about going to Holland for some reason. I think his parents were from there. I saw him a cuople of times after highschool, and he seemed to be getting into hard drugs. Or at least he liked to tell people he was. I think it made him think he was cool or something. So the last time I saw him, i dont' know how many years ago, he tol me he was going to Holland becasue he could live in a hash den and smoke a hooka pipe all day long. WEll, i wished him well in his drug induced quest.
So there i am at this coffee shop in Etobicoke yesterday talking to a freind and this guy walks in. What he was doing in toronto i dont' know, But i walked over and said "Hey, arent' you Paul?" and he looks at me like he's trying to figure out who i am. So i introduce myelf, and he remembers. WE got to talking and i said the last time i saw him he was on his way to Holland.
WEll,, turns out he did make it to Holland, and on his first day there,, a soccer riot breaks out with some British fans and he gets caught up in the middle of it becasue he doens't even know what the hell is going on. He gets arrested and thrown in jail and during the melee, he looses his bag and his passport. So then he gets deported.... TO ENGLAND!! And he's not even British. Could only happen to a guy like him. He's telling them he's not from there, but the dutch officials keep telling him that since he doesnt' even have a passport, its either deportation or prison. So off he goes to England. With no passport, no clothes, nothing. He ends up living in this wierd government run halfway house and ends up working on a canal barge hauling manure up and down the coast for a year until he makes enough money to come home. Then he finds out his parents moved while he was gone and he had no idea where they were. Well, the story kept getting sadder. He now is working in a warehouse sweeping the floor for eight hours a day and insisting he's going back to school to study Darwin or something. Man, i think every school had a guy like that.!!!
Anyway, he had trouble getting along with people becasue of his odd ways. He was alwasy talking about going to Holland for some reason. I think his parents were from there. I saw him a cuople of times after highschool, and he seemed to be getting into hard drugs. Or at least he liked to tell people he was. I think it made him think he was cool or something. So the last time I saw him, i dont' know how many years ago, he tol me he was going to Holland becasue he could live in a hash den and smoke a hooka pipe all day long. WEll, i wished him well in his drug induced quest.
So there i am at this coffee shop in Etobicoke yesterday talking to a freind and this guy walks in. What he was doing in toronto i dont' know, But i walked over and said "Hey, arent' you Paul?" and he looks at me like he's trying to figure out who i am. So i introduce myelf, and he remembers. WE got to talking and i said the last time i saw him he was on his way to Holland.
WEll,, turns out he did make it to Holland, and on his first day there,, a soccer riot breaks out with some British fans and he gets caught up in the middle of it becasue he doens't even know what the hell is going on. He gets arrested and thrown in jail and during the melee, he looses his bag and his passport. So then he gets deported.... TO ENGLAND!! And he's not even British. Could only happen to a guy like him. He's telling them he's not from there, but the dutch officials keep telling him that since he doesnt' even have a passport, its either deportation or prison. So off he goes to England. With no passport, no clothes, nothing. He ends up living in this wierd government run halfway house and ends up working on a canal barge hauling manure up and down the coast for a year until he makes enough money to come home. Then he finds out his parents moved while he was gone and he had no idea where they were. Well, the story kept getting sadder. He now is working in a warehouse sweeping the floor for eight hours a day and insisting he's going back to school to study Darwin or something. Man, i think every school had a guy like that.!!!