One fine day, Ass Shock, Geezer, and myself were stoned as usual. I dont remember anything before we got to Robins Donuts, but we all ended up there somehow from wherever it was we came. That may have been the day we had to run from the old man security guard by the bank at the Gallery, but who really knows. That's a story in itself, i think. So we walked into Robins Donuts, and stood for a minute looking at the menu board, before finally deciding to get a dozen donuts between the 3 of us. There was a small debate about which kinds of donuts we were getting, but once the decision was final we took our donuts and sat down. We had a Sprite and a glass of water which Geezer promptly grabbed and dumped a shitload of sugar in, but its all good. We hoovered the donuts in like 20 minutes or so and then finished our drinks. I don't remember any of the conversations that ensued over that 20 minute time span, but whatever. Me and Ass Shock were babbling on about something when Geezer asked for my pen. I gave it to him and he began writing on a napkin. Ass Shock looked over and read "Suicide Note"... Both of us stared at Geezer.
He didn't notice. Unfolding the napkin, he continued writing, with both Ass Shock and I watching. Ass Shock then declared that it was a good idea and that we should say we were Russian communists who had explosives strapped to our bodies and were going to blow shit up! I became just as excited as he was and offered the idea that we should blow up Canadian Tire and all its damn filthy Canadian shoppers... And so it came to be.
Geezer, Ass Shock, and I each wrote our Russian communist suicide notes on napkins. After we read each others notes and gave our approval, we put them inside our empty donut box and wrote crazy communist things on the outside, including "Look In The Box". We then got up and walked out, leaving the box on top of the phone booth outside of the building. Aaah yes, 'twas a glorious day that will live in infamy!
***Days later***
On a hot-muthafuckin-afternoon, Ass Shock had decided to go clothes shopping at the mall. He had asked me to go along, so of course, I did. We met halfway between his house and mine, and then we started walking to his dad's work so he could drive us to the mall. On the way down Victoria Ave. we stopped at Sev to get a slurpee (which made us sick later on, BTW). When we came out, what should appear before us than, *gasp* Petro Canada! This, I could tell, royally pissed off Ass Shock. The Russians have just gained yet another demolition mission...