What a bloody mess...

So I made it to Alberta. Been here for a little over a week now and I have my first job interview tomorrow. I think the pay is gonna be shit but its in the educational filed at least. Its a job at “Reading Town” teaching/tutoring English I think. If I get the job I’ll take it and quit when I find something better. I haven’t really sent out any resumes (well, I’ve sent out lots of resumes for teaching jobs not too many for “regular jobs”) so I’m doing all right I s’pose.

And now to the interesting part of this post...

It was Friday night and I was supposed to be at a Deftones concert but Carrie wasn’t feeling well. The company she works for has a box at the Saddledome so she had free tickets. I wouldn’t have had a way back to her place after the show so I didn’t go.

So I’m sitting home and everyone’s either not home or passed out. I’m still awake smoking hash oil (Yes! I can get oil up here!! And its real cheap!!!) and I hear a police car. It stops out in front of the house and I have a bad feeling about things. Earlier that day me and one of the girls who lives here, Janette, were talking about drinking and driving and I thought she was getting stopped right outside the house.

Then an ambulance shows up and another cop car. Now my hypothesis seems wrong so I watch out the window but there is a tree in my way and I can’t see a thing. I decided to go to bed so that I could come here (the public library) early the next morning.

When I get back from the library Brian (another roommate) asks me if I saw the blood. I didn’t.

We go outside and I look at the steps I just walked up and there are two big pools/splatters of blood. Brian says “That’s not all man, just follow the trail.”

I turn around and indeed there is a trail of blood, mostly just drops. I follow it all the way to the back entrance of the house and there is another big pool of blood on a step.

I’ll post some pics next time I’m on a “private” computer because I can’t do nothing on these public ones.

Turns out the downstairs neighbor “cut herself on a lamp.” Yeah right!? So you cut yourself and then decided to walk around outside the house and spill your blood everywhere. Maybe its how people in Calgary mark their territory or some shit?

Anyway, I got 22 minutes left on this computer and I guess I should look for some jobs. FUCK!!!

I’d rather just post bloody pics but I can’t.

And oh yeah, I saw the Rocky’s yesterday and went to Banff. It makes the Humber Valley seems like a small slope.

I’m out (pronounced boot with no "b")