10/07/2019 - 10/13/2019
Something told me it was a fair bet to call his bluff.
I told him I wasn't afraid of Hal & Twitch and that he could go get them if he wanted to.
He stormed off up the street headed west towards Spadina, where I knew Hal was panning up his share of capital for the evenings' upcoming festivities.
Soon enough, the kid was back with Hal (my Brother) in tow.
Hal was already laughing about how all of this was about to go down.
We let the kid explain to me (Twitch) how this was Hal (my Brother) and he was gonna kick the shit out of me for not giving him the spot.
I can still see the look on his face when Hal turned to him and grabbed him by the scruff of the neck.
Hal told the kid to go to Yonge Street and not come back. Hal also noted that the kid should not go aroundd telling people Hal & Twitch were gonna beat the shit out of them because we were nice guys. Then he threw the kid half way down the sidewalk and we laughed at him until long after he was out of sight.
Then we ate some acid!
We were just starting to trip when, none other than David Schwimmer, Ross from t.v's FRIENDS comes walking by. Hal asked him for some change and he politely said sorry. Hal jumps up and reminds Mr. Schwimmer that we're supposed to be "friends" and insists that Ross kick him down a couple of bucks. Good old Dave is shitting his pants now with this crazy street kid following him down the street and he starts to hurry up. Hal kept pace and the next thing I knew, Hal is chasing behind David Schwimmer at full speed screaming about how friends are supposed to help each other out as the horrified actor runs for his life!
I was dying!
I laughed for a long time until I realized a long time had passed.
I hoped David Schwimmer was ok.
Then I hear a faint scream in the distance getting louder as it quickly approached.
It was Hal (of course) and he was riding a Dickie-Dee ice cream cart at full speed down the sidewalk!
He was screaming his head off like an insane siren as he barreled down the sidewalk sending pedestrians flying out of the way in fear for their lives.
For a split second I noticed that he was holding a paper cup filled with dry ice from the ice cream and it was cart smoking like a mad scientists' potion.
Then he slammed the cart straight into the pillar.
Hal flew through the explosion of popsicles and drumsticks and crashed hard against the pillar and then into a screaming pile of pain on the ground.
I put him in a Beck Taxi, tipped the driver well to make sure he got to Toronto Western Hospital, and I went to the show.
He fractured his arm in 4 places and had to wear a traction cast for 3 months.
D.R.I. didn't make it across the boarder.
On Monday Dana headed out to tour the world doing improv on a cruise ship!
Bad Dog Theatre Company.
(it was anti-climactic)