I went back to the drugstore to get the photos developed, then re-fixed the
passport. I
hauled Logan's wheelchair into the backseat of the car, then drove back to the border.
After waiting almost an hour in the line, I was shown a picture of me, and asked if I saw
the person. I asked the border patrol why I was wanted. He said it was classified, so I
continued across the border. I found a diner and used the rest of my money to buy
breakfast while I thought. 'I'm in Canada!' I thought while I ate, 'but now what?' I paid
for my breakfast and went back to the car, realizing what a mess it looked. I didn't know
how I was going to manage to get the black paint off, but it would have to wait, I wanted
to look around first. The first thing I noticed was there were no checkpoints. And very
few cops. It was a nice town, but I couldn't stay, because I knew someone was after me.
Although I didn't know how I was going to get there, I knew I had to go east, get as far
away from Seattle as I could. I found a convenience store that gave out a free book of
maps, and found one of Canada. I was in the province known as British Columbia. I saw
that I only had a quarter tank of gas. Great. Now I had to find a way to get gas money and
food, but I couldn't get a job, or at least not a legal job. Looking at the map of the
province, I noticed I probably had enough gas to get to the nearest big city, but it would
be pushing it. There was a better chance of getting some cash in a city like.Vancouver,
than there was in the small town I was in, so I got in the car and drove.
By the time I hit Vancouver it was late afternoon. I found a place called a soup kitchen
and had dinner. I had never seen people give out free food before, unless it was someone
like Logan. So far, Canada seemed like a nice place. I regretted what I had to do, but I
needed to move fast. I checked part of the city on foot until dark, then I found a nice rich
looking house and went in. Of course, there was nothing I could take to fence, because I
didn't know any fences. I went for the wallets. In a purse and two wallets, I found almost
fifty dollars total. Fifty Canadian dollars, which was almost a hundred in American
money. I went to the next house and came out with another seventy, and a third put my
total to a hundred and sixty dollars. I got back to the car and found an all night gas
station, filling it to the top for fifty bucks. I was lucky to find a fast food place open and
got something to eat, in Seattle, nothing was open after dark unless you were stupid or
very courageous. Then, I took off for the next province.
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hauled Logan's wheelchair into the backseat of the car, then drove back to the border.
After waiting almost an hour in the line, I was shown a picture of me, and asked if I saw
the person. I asked the border patrol why I was wanted. He said it was classified, so I
continued across the border. I found a diner and used the rest of my money to buy
breakfast while I thought. 'I'm in Canada!' I thought while I ate, 'but now what?' I paid
for my breakfast and went back to the car, realizing what a mess it looked. I didn't know
how I was going to manage to get the black paint off, but it would have to wait, I wanted
to look around first. The first thing I noticed was there were no checkpoints. And very
few cops. It was a nice town, but I couldn't stay, because I knew someone was after me.
Although I didn't know how I was going to get there, I knew I had to go east, get as far
away from Seattle as I could. I found a convenience store that gave out a free book of
maps, and found one of Canada. I was in the province known as British Columbia. I saw
that I only had a quarter tank of gas. Great. Now I had to find a way to get gas money and
food, but I couldn't get a job, or at least not a legal job. Looking at the map of the
province, I noticed I probably had enough gas to get to the nearest big city, but it would
be pushing it. There was a better chance of getting some cash in a city like.Vancouver,
than there was in the small town I was in, so I got in the car and drove.
By the time I hit Vancouver it was late afternoon. I found a place called a soup kitchen
and had dinner. I had never seen people give out free food before, unless it was someone
like Logan. So far, Canada seemed like a nice place. I regretted what I had to do, but I
needed to move fast. I checked part of the city on foot until dark, then I found a nice rich
looking house and went in. Of course, there was nothing I could take to fence, because I
didn't know any fences. I went for the wallets. In a purse and two wallets, I found almost
fifty dollars total. Fifty Canadian dollars, which was almost a hundred in American
money. I went to the next house and came out with another seventy, and a third put my
total to a hundred and sixty dollars. I got back to the car and found an all night gas
station, filling it to the top for fifty bucks. I was lucky to find a fast food place open and
got something to eat, in Seattle, nothing was open after dark unless you were stupid or
very courageous. Then, I took off for the next province.
~~