I unpacked the PS2 from its box and said “Fucking shit why the hell did I move to the United States”.
I looked around and saw the 600 boxes stacked in my apartment. “Well this shits never getting done, Eh” I complained. I decided to fall asleep and do this shit later I just drove over 20 hours. So I take out a half a dozen cans of Molson Canadian and before I passed out I felt the mussels in my back tense up and I felt strange like I could fly around and that everything was a clean slate and I can restart after. Well I guess I have to go back a while and explain what I did. So I lived in Langley, British Columbia, Canada and is a huge alcoholic and used to sit in my parents basement and beat my meat to video games while listening to Green Day and Red Hot Chili Peppers. So I moved to Colorado for a horrible job as a Zamboni driver at the Pepsi Center I mean I could work at Rogers Arena but Pepsi and I put my bets I would move to whatever city won the Super Bowl so bla bla bla Broncos and Payton Manning and shit like that. All I’m saying is I should of bet on the Grey Cup and stayed in Canada. But something about Aspen was calling me the closer I got my back would tense up and I felt off. Well fast forward to now and I’m about to go to bed alone in a country I’ve never been to until now in the mountains and had no friends and abandoned my family so my life was fucked up to this point. So I pass out drunk and lonely and I just wanted to die.
