11/29/2010
There's an old Eskimo legend that if two people take the same action at the same time it's a sign that something bad will happen. Tommy and I stopped on a piece of ice and we both took a leak at the same time.
"Let's go home," Tommy said, "something bad will happen."
I didn't believe him and we kept on hunting.
About an hour later, when I was trying to hook a muskrat we had shot, I heard Tommy holler. I looked around quickly, and I saw that the hook had caught Tommy, just above his right eye. It had just about pulled it out.
It scared the life out of me, and we turned for home and paddled full blast all the way, some five or six miles. That incident made me a believer in legendary warning signs./pg 43
I wandered from one hotel to another, looking for a drink, sleeping where I could. Most nights it was a little burnt-up shack we called the Sugar Shack. I went there the first time with an Indian girl I met outside the liquor store on 97th Street. She was with the other prostitutes, and winos, waiting for the doors of the liquor store to open at ten o'clock. Her name was Riverbank Mary. Everybody was fucking her down by the riverbank./pg 91
I met many women in Edmonton. Once I met two girls, one Indian and one white. The white girl was Dorothy. She was wild at lovemaking. The Indian girl told me that she was a nymphomaniac, and Dorothy said the Indian girl, Sylvia, was a dirty prostitute. They argued over me, but I satisfied them both the same night./pg 98
We went and bought Cutex and glue at a drug store down the street. The man handed us the Cutex out of a big cardboard box of bottles he had sitting right there on the front counter. Mary and I walked down a dark road and she got a bag and poured some of that stuff into it./pg 108
I laughed at what I saw, but deep down inside I felt sick. Those homosexuals were mixing it up in there./pg 126
I couldn't even escape it when I attended Alcoholics Anonymous meetings. One night this big half-breed guy came to a meeting and I saw him go into the washroom at the back of the room. Soon a lot of guys were filing in there. They were taking turns with the half-breed./pg 126
The jetliner. It was like a prison without bars. Like one of those ships the niggers in P.A. told me used to carry slaves from Black Africa, only this one sailed the skies and not the seas. All the seats closest to the portholes were filled with prisoners like myself. Fort-eight of us, we were headed for institutions in British Columbia on transfers from penitentiaries across Canada./ pg 139
