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I might know you. Also grew up there in the 80's. One of my favourites was getting home from work at 10:30 and knowing there is a party...somewhere. I head out on my bike, as I always do to where I thought it was, across the highway towards Harvie Heights then up the power line cut west. I am not seeing or hearing anything. Kinda feeling like I have no idea where the party is. I'm about 3/4 of the way up and see headlights behind. Nice! I think, they are going to the party too! I keep peddling, then think...wait, what if it is the cops? So I bail it into the bushes. About a minute later the vehicle pulls up right beside me.
"You, in the bushes. Come out". Shhhiiiite.
"Uh, hello officer."
""Alright, where is the party?"
"What party?"
"11pm, you, up here? On a bike? I don't think so. Where's the party?"
"If I knew that, I wouldn't be lost up here in the dark, now would I?"
He shines a light at my eyes, nods, and says "ya. Go home."
About an hour later he catches me again in front of the Ho. "Didn't I tell you to go home?"
"Ah, I may as well. Can't find the party."
Ah, the days before cell phones.
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