edgar's mystical journey.
OK, so usually pot is fun and leads to some good fun, but every now and then you take it when you really shouldn't, and you end up with something you can talk to the kids about. Case in point, me and my mom had an argument, blah, blah, blah, and as a result, i was no longer allowed to use the car. She dropped me off at school, but I had to bus it back. I got to the GO terminal on time and everything, and had to wait around 30 mins in a far off, desolate bus shelter. I peered around, and to my delight there was nobody in the immediate vicinity. I decided to hit the ol ganj to make the trip length pass by a lil quicker. I kinda hesitated because i had had a bit of this blunt the day before, and it was rather harsh. But mother nature came to my aid with her arctic winds, and all was good...or so i thought. As soon as i got back into the bus shelter, i could feel myself melting, along with any feelings that i hadn't taken enough puffs. I tried to draw, which was rather interesting and in no time the bus came.

I boarded the bus, got a seat, hit the reclining button, and sealed my fate. The trip was longer than i had anticipated, and that combined with the oh so comfortable seat, and my pot enhanced fatigue led to me falling asleep. I woke up to the bus coming to a stop in a weird terminal and the remaining riders disembarking; assuming i was at the bramalea GO station (which i had never been to before) i quickly followed in filing out with the others. Still a little muddled in the head i called my mother to come pick me up. "Where are you?", she asked. "I dunno, the bramalea GO station near steeles i think" i replied. I glanced around, and as my eyes met with a green and white sign it all started to become clear, I would call her back later.

"Welcome to Unionville". welcome indeed, I had fallen asleep, slept right through the brampton stop, and stayed on 'till the end of the line, and gotten myself stranded on the other side of Toronto. A local transit bus came by (Markham Transit), i inquired and was told that the only direct route to brampton was a GO bus. The bus started to drive off, but came to a sudden stop. The driver bounded out, and towards me at a brisk pace. He had just remembered that the bus i had arrived on was the last GO bus for the night, and he was the last local transit for the night. If i didn't hop on his bus i would be stranded there all night. I thought it over, and even though it seemingly had the plot of a porn in the making, the thought of being stranded, alone, outside in a place who's whereabouts i wasn't completely sure of, i decided that I would take my chances with the bus driver.

In no time he had dropped me off at another bus stop, with a transfer and directions as to how i could reach the Finch station, from which i could get a bus back to brampton. I got to the station, bought two bags of plantain chips and an iced tea (i hadn't eaten in quite some time, and the pot wasn't helping matters any) and started attempting to satiate my appetite. Two girls dressed real cool approached me, and asked me if I was from switzerland. I paused...and looked at them with a blank stare, wiping some plantain chips off of my face. I continued to try and come up for any reason as to why they might think i was a swiss, i started to think that it was just an extremely sad attempt to talk to me, but then i looked down and saw my portfolio at my feet, alongside my confidence. I walked out to the bus stop and around 20 minutes later the bus had arrived. I hopped on, and by 9:30pm i was back in brampton. What normally takes me 20 mins driving in a car took nearly 6 hours, but at least i got some plantain chips and a story out of it.