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  Charlottetown, Prince Edward Island, Canada
Wednesday, October 8, 2008

For any of those who have read On The Road by Jack Keroack I can finally understand what he means when he describes madness. I woke up early, demolished the tent and said good-bye to my gracious backyard hosts. I did all my toiletry necessesities inside the library bathroom and boogied on down the road. I got a lot of strange glances from all the locals, everybody knows everybody, but nobody knows me. A scurried past some construction and did a little skip da loo onto a suitable spot to wait for a lift. I had the ocean on my right, a lake and farmland on my left. Not much else going on. As per usual in these types of areas the traffic seems to be all old men who look angered by your presence. Some of them would point to the right I'm assuming indicating they were taking the next exit. Well apparently the same guy drove by twice because he adamantly pointed to the right with an extreme fervor as if to say, "DUH I SAID THAT LAST TIME." Bless him, he did wave after however.

So a pimpin SUV started to slow down as it approached. A guy learns a few things about types of cars that pull over to pick up a hitcher and this was not one of them. My jaw dropped as I got a glance of the driver as she continued to pull over. Well I'll be damned it was the waitress!! So I chucked my bags in and away we went. My lucky day she was going straight to Charlottetown to buy a new printer. First we picked up the local bouncer from the bar as a guide of sorts and of we went, a splendid little PEI trio! There's a very distinct PEI accent that's hard to  hear except on certain words. I found it very cute.

OMG I almost forgot! So my last night in town I was leaning against the restaurant and playing some tunes. Well there was a pack of kids who where always around causing a ruckuss and bein chillins like they should. Well they finally approached me that night and there was about 6 little bros and one girl and they all sat around and listened to a couple songs and demanded all kinds of crazy things. More songs! They had a million songs they wanted me to play and I guess when you only know six songs it's rather hit or miss with requests... They lass loved Wonderwall so I played it twice and one fella stuck around for a lesson. So anyways the reason I remembered it is becuase of all there accents, so adorable like out of a movie! I'm sure they'd say the same about the strange Albertan playing guitar in their local hangout, living in a tent and sporting a beard worthy of our dear friend JC!

So I get dropped off outside the local Thrift shop and I pick up a pair of purple frilly gloves and began my usuall meandering through the streets. I was feeling pretty crazy with so much cash in my pockets so I decided to splurge at the food shop and bought all kinds of madness, whole wheat bread and cheese, yoghurt! I needed a perch for my feasting so I wandered to the waterfront and I see three suspicious looking characters sitting on a bench. I approach and my there was a funny smell coming from that table. So anyways they were three art students taking a break from it all, so I joined and feasted away shootin the breeze about what ever. My belly full and some good jamming out of the way I decided to move on. Jolly goodbyes and back to it!

Dear god you wouldn't believe who I ran into, sure enough my Calgary homeless compadre is outside the market busking up a storm. So I plomp down beside him, after a warm embrace and lots of screaming of course and we chill it up like old school times. I sang a few songs on his axe and made a couple quick fivers, left the rest in the hat for him. He scored smokes and food from a girl he was friends with at the store.

This was the essence of the madness that I mentioned. So many people, conversations, emotions and whimsical meandering. The two of us sat and played, people came in and out with all kinds of craziness. The hat got heavier and the times merrier. Good fun all around.

I called up Pat the fella who'd driven me to Souris and he said it was cool if I crashed at his place. He had plans till 10 pm so me and my Albertan cahootean chilled until then. I mosied down to the guys apartment and we talked the night away. He was a particularily cool fella. He worked for ages with a motor company and retired on a fat retirement pension. He spends his time moving around the country living in different provinces. I awoke in the morning, we ate oatmeal and I said my usuall goodbyes and thank yous and back to it! I organized a place to crash with a local band cohorter who goes by the name Andrea MCdonald! She's gunna be famous so remember that name!

Bless the girl she snuck up on me in a disguise but was kind enough to carry my bread and salmon around whilst we wandered about the town. She took me back to her band pad and good times were to ensue...

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