| Matthias Koster and his very special 19th Birthday Like said before when a young man leaves home it is truly when he becomes a man. When Matthias left the sanctuary of Big Paul�s Palace it had to be in he hands of his estranged mother and he gives her plenty of reasons to be estranged. The night before was a spectacular party. Rodger had driven the boys around, the usual suspects that night being PK, Early, Joemin and of course Matthias. Early had poured a pitcher of beer down the pants of PK and to this day he has to listen to the case PK holds for dry-cleaning respect. Early was merely trying to serve his young friend a beer. PK did not get snubbed in the deal as he went on the steal the empty pitcher by placing it down his pants (I don�t know), the very pants that the pitchers contents had soiled. We then found our way through most of the pubs down town until Koster felt a rumble in his tummy and went behind Cancilla�s Fruit Market to relieve himself. At this time we heard tunes coming from across the alley and stumble into a back door pub know as the Flying Scotsman which we all agree is the most money pub in history which housed the greatest bartender of all time, Leon and where we first became accustomed to the immortal sound of Ray Mattie and the money man who�s dick isn�t even any good for pissin�. Leon then proceeded to let us try all the different types of beer he had on tap in a second we had all fallen in love. We soon became very drunk. We then took sips of rye out of Campbell�s �R.M.A.C� flask. It was Campbell who was in control and drove us home in the old K-Car. He first dropped Early off. Then to the gas station where PK was sick to his stomach and they put 16c worth of gasoline in the old girl. Then Joemin was dropped off --- this is when the night becomes interesting. Rodger, unfamiliar with the streets of his hometown soon became lost and his car ended up stuck in sand on the landfill road. Being on the ball like he usually is when it comes to seeing who should drive and who shouldn�t he tell Matthias and PK to get out and push while he put the K-Car in reverse. PK being too drunk to be of any use pushing, RC decided to let PK back the Phat Ride out of the sand and he and Matthias would push. This was very wise at first as the car was moved out of the sand quickly but PK had fallen asleep and back the car right across the access road and in to a rock smashing the left rear quarter panel of the automobile. Matthias and all made it home that night safely. The next day was a big one for Matthias; he was moving away and turning 19 all in one of the most special days ever. It could have been wonderful, wonderful, wonderful but by the time his mother had packed his things inside the van and were going down the highway coincidence and irony came together in one great moment to remember. Matthias was born at 10:15am on August 31, at 10:07am nineteen years later...to the day Matthias was sick to his stomach all over himself in his mother�s car. At 10:15 on that fateful day Matthias was on the side of the 400 by the old Molson Brewery changing out of puke solid clothes. Upon returning to the car his unimpressed mother asks, �I think you drink to much Matt�, his reply, �shut up you uppity bitch�. |