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i made it just to the canadian side of the border into alberta. the border guard or whatever they are called decided they would stop our car, and question all of us(mum, best friend, his fiance and myself) rigorously.

american terrorist scum that we were, it turns out that my friend dutch had no dollars in his bank account, and canada doesn’t like it if you don’t have money to contribute to the economy, so he was rejected.

it also turns out that if you’ve had a DUI in america, canada doesn’t want you until it disappears from your record. and i in fact had one! because i’m a horrible bastard. (see you when i’m 27, canada)

half our trip was planned on canada. we had our birth certificates, social security cards, state identification just to ensure that we would make it.

after that they tore our entire car apart, searched through every last thing that we had packed, took my mum’s work laptop and searched through it, and even tested our lighters for THC resin. which they of course found, but canada doesn’t give a shit about that, apparently. they just like testing for it? beats me.

we ended up going to seattle instead, where they don’t care about the likes of broke drunkards breaking the lawr.

here’s a picture of us holding our formal rejection papers.

...yeah.

riding from alabama to iowa, this is the first stop out of the south where i found a gas station that had the fuckin’ internets. it made me all warm and fuzzy inside. people still stare at you, but maybe it’s just because i’m soooo good looking!