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Runnin' a mission yo! This post is a week late. Thing is, all the things described herein happend about a week and a day ago but due to circumstances (*coughnewgamescoughcough), I've been unable to find time or work up the gumption to actually sit my lazy ass down and write. This situation will now (belatedly) be rectified. "Why?" you may ask and the answer is simple; it's a story worth telling. Now settle down and listen. There's a friend from school that I just sort of chill with now and then. His name is Daniel, he's korean and just an all-around fun guy to hang out with. Now this guy's been craving congee for a month. Not just any congee but like, the non-chinese man's congee stylings of the Congee Wong franchies. Only problem was, with all the midterms and assignments stacking up, we just couldn't find the time. When my crunch ended, his began and so on. Well, FINALLY, we got a break and set up a time when both us us were relatively free. That was last Sunday. Guy picked me up and we hit the highway and headed west to the CW on Leslie and Finch. On the way up Leslie to Finch though, the guy suddenly turns off onto this teeny side road. For some ODD reason, he suddenly thought that he was already at Finch though it looked nothing like a major intersection. Odd. We get to the place only to find that not only is it packed, there's a lineup outside the doors; of course though, what else would you expect from a Sunday evening? He puts forward the idea that we head up to the one at Highway 7 and Kennedy instead. Telling him that I couldn't care less as it wasn't my car, we headed off. Now this next bit will only make some sense if you know the roads so if you don't, just smile and nod and keep telling yourself that I'm crazy. We headed up Leslie, intending to take it up to Highway 7 road then to turn east till we hit Kennedy. Nice and simple. Well, Leslie suddenly dead-ended around Steeles. We almost drove right into it cause the guy wasn't paying attention to the DARK HOLE where the road used to be. There was a nice wild turn to the left about three quarters of the way through the intersection, an illegal U-turn and we were back on our way. He tells me that he forgot that Leslie didn't go all the way up to Highway 7 but he was pretty sure that Don Mills would and so we headed to Don Mills and headed north again. We hit Highway 7 no problem and headed east, just waiting for Kennedy to pop up. While we're going, he starts telling me stories/urban legends about the road Old Finch and how it's HAUNTED. This was some creepy shit right there. Stories of a girl hitch hiker by this bridge, that gets in and asks for a ride to the creepy looking church just past the bridge only to disappear once you get there...stories about a little girl who was killed on the bridge on her birthday who laughs or cries if you go there at night and call out her name...all sorts of stories. They were creeping me out. The environment wasn't helping much either, lemme tell ya. Up that far north, other than the occasional bright, eye watering chaotic profusion of neon lights that indicated a sort of chinese strip mall, there's nothing there but housing projects. A whooole bunch of seemingly abandoned, half finished houses, their incomplete skeletons looming like dark and towering shadows against the blacker night...it's creepy. We come across an unnamed intersection. Funny because it's fairly large and brightly lit and approximately where Kennedy should be but it's just unnamed. Confused, we drive further east and suddenly come to a street that comes AFTER Kennedy. Thinking we missed a road somewhere, we U-turn again and head back. We pass the unnamed intersection and keep going, only to find ourselves at another intersection that's a few big blocks west of Kennedy. Odd. We deduce that the unnamed intersection therefore, MUST be Kennedy. Another U-turn and we're at the unnamed intersection but this time we see a street sign where there was none before. Odd, we must've missed it the first two times...in either direction. Anyway, that street was Warden, so we deduce that the next big street had to be Kennedy because McCowan doesn't run that far up. We resolve that the very next big intersection that heads south, we're heading south on it. So we're driving along, resolved to make the next big right when we see a railroad crossing... Odd. We've passed this way 2-4 times and I don't remember seeing a railroad crossing before...do you? No man, what the fuck? That's what I'm saying man, this is some trippy shit going on here, first Kennedy disappears, then this railroad crossing shit appears out of nowhere. Yeah man, that's what I'm saying. Kennedy's vanished, maybe the north end of it exists in another dimension. Uhhh, where the fuck did that come from? Oh, well, you just get used to thinking like this when you're high...but don't you think I'm right? Well...between your Old Finch stories, the scary fucking setting and the magically appearing railroad crossing...at this point, your guess is as good as mine. We get to the road to find that it was Main street...again. Kennedy's offically vanished, we're creeped the fuck out, time to cut our losses, book it and head back to safer NON-haunted territories. We head south on Main, discussing what a weird night it's been when we see a sign reading, "Kennedy, EAST." For SOME reason what we couldn't figure out, the world of straight streets suddenly stops around Highway 7 and Kennedy crisscrosses with another street. We find the damned place at long last, have a decent meal and head home. I'll part with a story he told me about the time he saw an alien: "So I was with some of my friends around midnight out behind our old high school, it's where we go to just chill and smoke weed and we're getting all nice and high when I see this little alien walking by the fence." "Well, you were HIGH man, I'm not too surprised that you'd see shit." "No, you don't get it. Smoking weed doesn't make you hallucinate. You get a lot of social paranoia and some shit looks different but you don't hallucinate what's not there. But I was thinking like you, that it was just me so I started laughing. My buddies asked me what was so funny so I pointed to the thing and said, 'look at that alien over there.' They all just...shut up. Dead silence and one guy next to me was like, 'holy fuck, you see it too?'" "Haha, so what'd you guys do?" "Are you kidding? We started running man. I don't wanna get anal probed. Thinking about it later though, when I wasn't high anymore, I figured it must have just been some kid in a costume but think about it. It was like early August and it was around 12-1 in the morning...what kind of kid would be out wearing an alien costume at that time huh? And he was SHORT. He was walking by the fence and I saw that he couldn't be more than 4 feet tall...I'm telling you man, he looked JUSt like what you'd imagine an alien would look like. It was creepy." And that was that. |