Being homeless and without work was very stressful. So I began using drugs more often. One night my dealer asked me if I would give her a lift for cash. I said no problem and I became her driver. I had avoided the streets for the past ten years up to this point. Over the next few months, through her, I met many of the up and coming thugs, drug dealers and thieves. Which ultimately led to running into some of the old crew, who were now the older generation, and they were now utilizing the younger thugs to their advantage. Not much had changed since I had left.
I eventually was offered a job driving escorts, to my delight. Escorts make money, and even if they don't do the job after being called out, they still get paid the drivers money. So no matter what I get paid. I had to go and collect it one night. Clown tried to intimidate my girl and she called. I was in there in thirty seconds. As soon as the john saw me he paid right up. But it was not enough of and by itself to keep me going. so I began driving thieves around. I would drop them off somewhere and picked them up at a designated spot.
One night my car got stolen by a young street hustler/car thief when I was passed out. Because my car was on lease I sent word out that I would have to let the car company know that I had fell asleep at a party and when I woke up only he was missing and so was my keys. He showed up three days later with my ride!
To make matters worse, these street peeps were heat bags. I eventually began noticing a tail on me. To make sure that I was not just being paranoid, I started snapping pictures of their license plates and of the drivers as well. At first I could lose them easily, but soon they got wise to my tactics.
One day I was on Whyte Ave and I noticed at least twelve of them tailing me. I confirmed this by driving around in circles and seeing who I kept seeing. I turned my music up and played this little game with them for about an hour. I went to change my CD, and that's when I heard the helicopter! I was driving at around 20 to 25 kilometres per hour and I looked out my window and there it was up behind me. It looked like it was going to stall out because he was trying to fly as slow as I was driving. This shocked me. I had given some thieves a ride the night before and was not sure if they had left anything in the car. I needed to look and be able to throw anything out that could incriminate me. And I needed to be able to do this without prying eyes. I had to figure out a way to lose the police! But how can you lose a helicopter?
I could tell that I was in a state of panic, and knew that this would lead to a mistake and then that would be it for me. I decided I needed to talk to Squeaks (One of the street peeps) because I had an idea who the rat was and she knew who he was. I began driving slowly again at around 30 kilometres/hour in a 60km zone this so I could see all the people trying to tail me more easily. But I had another tactic in mind as well, but I'll get to that later. Squeeks wasn't home, so I parked my car and went across the street and sat at the bus stop. The helicopter still over me now flying in direct circles above me. I sat and thought for 30 minutes on how I could lose the helicopter and the undercover cars. Then I figured it out!
I texted one of my church friends who had happened to text me earlier that day wanting me to meet her for a coffee. I had planned on ignoring her but now I thought this would be useful. I told her that I would love to meet for a coffee, and asked her to meet me at West Edmonton Mall. She said sure. I had given myself enough time to drive at least half of the speed limit and still get there early. I put on my hazard lights and began to drive at around 30km/hr on the Whitemud freeway, the speed limit is 80Km/hr.
This would make it impossible for police to tail me in numbers because they would clog up traffic a lot worse than I was already doing. I finally arrive at West Edmonton Mall, and park on the bottom level of the parkade. I backed in to the farthest corner so I could see everything, cranked my music, and popped my trunk. I unlatched the back seat so I could have access to the trunk from inside my car. I sat there for thirty minutes killing time. I then drove the car under the parkade to the other side of the mall, keeping my car parked in the parkade.
I went in and met my church friend. We grabbed a bite to eat and I saw I guy who had been paying us close attention the whole time we were there so I went and sat beside him. Knowing that my church friend was no criminal and any conversation would probably be biblical. I smile at the undercover and see him grimace to my delight. After finishing our meal and conversation I go outside by my car, (though not to it) to have a smoke. I notice a couple other people I had seen earlier and smiled at them as well. After walking my friend back through the mall to the other side, I rush back to my car, and pull out slowly...
I come up to the exit and the left lane is full of cars, so I go into the right turning lane, nice and slow...
And then all of a sudden!!
I punch it and go left!
I quickly get up to more than double the speed limit and zig in and out. I pull into the back part of a mall (not West Ed) and start throwing out shit from my trunk. I no longer had the copter over me because I was in the mall for over an hour probably closer to an hour and a half. Either way I had gotten away...
But for how long came the thought into my mind...
I felt trapped.
I kept telling myself that I had no choice. I had tried to get a job and no one would hire me and even if they did it went bad. I had no choice! Or so I thought. I would soon find out how wrong I was...
Till next time Friends. May you forever Learn and Grow.
Yours truly, The Constant Learner.
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