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I just spent the most interesting evening, watching the complete series of another great MTV animation product. This time we decided to tackle the Maxx. Well now for those of you who are familiar with this particular series (or the comic book that spawned it, of the same name). I hope that the meanderings that follow provide some sort of key to why having first encountered it at the supple age of 11 or 12, may very well have coloured an event that happened to me slightly less that a decade later. If you are unfamiliar with said show than please just enjoy a little story that I truly wish I would have recorded in some fashion at the time it occurred. I always intended to, but just never sat down to do it. Now sadly there are many details of the following that just no longer exist, if they ever did at all.

The following took place on the late bus from Sudbury Ontario to Sault Ste Marie Ontario sometime in the spring of 2004. It was a Sunday night, the bus left Sudbury late, midnight by my reasoning. I had been in Sudbury visiting yegway's brother and than girlfriend at their res. on that monstrousity of a campus known as Laurentian University. Also a shout out to cnev who was also living in Sudbury at the time, but for some reason seems lost in my memory of that weekend which makes me think that maybe he was off chasing tail all weekend. I had made the journey not only to visit these fine folks but also because I was more than a little bored with the whole university student thing at the moment. So I had strategically chosen that weekend since Friday night was to be some sort of shot parade, in which people were encouraged to go room to room purchasing shots of everything from straight vodka, to electric Popsicles, to sake, and everything in between for a donation to the person whose room it was. Saturday was to be the Residence's annual disco themed party. As far as I was concerned this would allow me the most possible chance to remained thoroughly gin-soaked for the entire weekend. All I packed was my finest duds, a bottle of Stoli, and a bottle of Bombay to keep it company. Friday went off without a hitch if you consider that ludicrously stupid tradition of seeing how close one can get to blood alcohol poisoning while still trying to seduce first year girls. Saturday however was one of those events that I would surely never attempt to repeat, nor would I recommend for anyone I will ever meet or know. For the fact that this may truly make me a hypocrite, I hate drugs, and just about everyone who has ever possessed/currently possesses "a drug story." Well that Saturday evening I consumed something along the lines of a 26 of Stoli (mixed in the form a Rafiq-I-cocktail, 5 glasses of punch, a fine share of some dude I met randomly in the halls joint, a handful of mushrooms, some laughing gas (yeah, thats just wierd I know but those scumbury kids were just crazy for it), and who knows what else. Now if it weren't for that blessed fellow who the Rafiq-i-cocktail was named after, who quite nicely made sure I didn't drowned in my own filth, and who even better than that made us fresh biscuits for breakfast the next morning. RAFIQ is the man, if any of you must remember anything I ever say it's that. So after all this its safe to say that the ride home on that gross rainy evening (its one thing about Sudbury that even the rain feels gross) was intended to be the start of a recovery sleep that would last days. Instead I became the receptacle of one of the greatest stories that some one of my age could ever hope to hear outside of print or film...

on that note I'm thinking of making this a chain post because of the length so check back in the next few and Ill share that story...