homeless hockey

Mike and his woman picked me up at 9.3am for the drive to mtl.uneventful ride,with lots of rain,and some ben and jerrys ice cream of course. then a meal at cracker barrell in watertown,where we dropped the herb for a nice treat for the ride home.and i locked the keys in the car,of course,no suprise,last time on our way to nyc i left the lights on and the battery died. I called D&S auto and he was there before we were done eating,all greased out and exactly what i expected for a tow truck driver. well at least he was cheap,and fast.so no biggie,we stash our precious doobage in the 3rd bush. see you on the way home my sweet cheebah.

arrive in mtl and check in with our host jacinthe. are you kidding me,she has a warm friendly smile,and a huge loft that her and her 7 roomies opened to us with welcome arms.i loved to skip around that loft,it was like a gym.and we were her first surfers ever.i smoked cigs with her friend francis and talked.then we went to get beer at the corner store.damn canadians,always drinkin,well okay twist my arm.

we found out that there was a hockey game,the habs are playin the islanders and were not meeting at the bar till 10. mike and i decide we can afford about up to $30-40 for seats so lets try and go.
nope,nothing below $109. yeah right,for a normal season game,no thanks,ill try and scalp.again,without success.
defeated we go to the bar in the arena,drink beer and watch on the big screen.
after the 2nd period mike sent me up to see what i can find.now or never the 3rd is about to start.and so is my time with my homeless friend.

when people leave the arena,if their tickets have been scanned they can come back in.i think thats how it worked.either way i was outside the smoking door and in between the periods asking people if they were leaving and i could have their ticket.
he beat me to it. and i dont remember his name,but he got two,and he invited me,well sometimes i look homeless,lol.
seats in the 116 section,great seats.i was thrilled,and bought us both beers,then filled out a credit card app to get the free t-shirt that i will wear proudly for the memories of my hockey night in canada.

i called mike and informed him of my victory on entering the arena,told him the scoop and hoped he got in as well. because it was a great freakin game and id hate to be telling tales of it afterwards while he sat outside or in the bar and waited for me.

my homeless friend was wasted,but hilarious,and we talked while cheering wildly,and him cursing to the offense of the parents below us covering their kids ears.i was too happy to be embarrased,and so was he.especially when ac/dc came on and he danced his way down the row to the aisle down to the glass,while playin air guitar fiendishly,like angus young himself possesed him and was playin riffs through this mans body.
untill the security guard immediatly escorted him back to my seat,and i smiled with a loving apologetic smile to the disgruntled faces of the patrons in my row,that were mad at having to get up again to let the poor drunk guy through.how can you people look down at your noses at this man.sure hes homeless,and not like most of you,but hes having the time of his life at this game and it probably means the world to him.and all they could think of im sure... i could see it running through their minds,clear as ever like a painting on their weak,pale faces was... how did this man get in these great seats?

encouraged more by this mans exubarance and his zest for living in this moment and in spite of my rude brothers and sisters around me... i partyed with him,and screamed,and cheered like we were two kids at a playoff game. and we won.
and i hugged my drunk father like figure when the game was over,(thats what it felt like,me the son,shooting glances at the on-lookers around us,protecting my dad...like yeah hes drunk,hes my dad,what do you want to do about it? were having a good time,is that not permitted for the likes of us?pffff to you too.....

he was off to get his ticket signed,and i to meet up with mike to glow about the random time i just had at the montreal canadians game with a stranger,in a dream,that i needed,to bring me back.back to see the beauty in why i love to travel,and why i love to meet people,and bring something into their life,my life,our lives.but i need something more.more meaningful.sure i can bring a hockey game or a drink,but i want to bring hope.sounds stupid in a way but i mean hope as in a light,some hope,that maybe for that one person who just needs a boost,some spirit or light on a path,someone to say at that perfect defining moment in ones life....come on,heres my ear,hears my hand,walk and lets talk,and let me give you some sort of friendship,hope,and fuck all these others that just step right over us,as if we dont exist.and hopefully i can come along at that right time,and be that person for someone.because one day when im the position of needing that person,i know i sure as hell will appreciate that. and know geniunly where it came from.

I dont really know what to do with my purpose in life,what is my purpose,not sure.but i feel i can at least be there for one person,one person that needs just someone to care.im good at that.before im gone,and wasted away,i will consider that an honor to at least help one.
and maybe that day,the homeless hockey guy,thats just what he needed.a friend besides his cigs,bottle and blankets,a friend to slap hands when his fav team wins 4-3 in the home arena in front of 22,000 crazy hockey fans.
oh what a night,and the weekends just started. good job mistress of the road,youve led me to another worthy memory along my travels in life.see you in the morning,for another day of wandering in montreal.