Chewin’

Many moons ago at Witken’s Bay in Quebec, me, my parents, my bro, and his friend spent a cool weekend at the cabin. There was no electricity at this one but propane, lots of land, waterfront, a boathouse, a couple docks, lots of boats and canoes, etc. Anyways, it was fun, I was really young and I was chillin’ with my bro and his friend when Frank, the soon to be guitar teacher at Ottawa U. won a hand at cards. “What????” Questioned my bro, “How did you win????” “I saw the reflection of your cards in your spectacles!” Hahahaha!!!!! Unreal I thought. So anyways, on the last day, we were all sitting around reading and doing such stuff when all of a sudden I got bored and remembered there was a rolled up bag of Redman chewing tobacca on the fridge. What the hoot! Ya!!! I opened er’ up, grabbed a handful, chucked it into my mouth, and chewed to my hearts content. Little did I know, at the age of maybe 8, that one had to spit the stuff out AND NOT swallow it all, quite harsh, but I did this.

So, about an hour later Nick was seen dancing on a coffee table singing Elvis, air guitaring, my parents were laughing, my bro was pissed as usual lol and Frank just kinda was reading and annoyed some.

Then, it was time for the hour car ride back to civilization. We crammed into the, I think, Audi 4000s, the three kids in the back and my parents up front. Half way home my head started to spin and turning to Frank, I released to most horrendous spew of vomit I’d ever spat. I puked all over him.

Ya,

You know thinking back, I felt drunk lol!

Okeedokee!

Cheers!!!

Nico