Saturday, April 12, 2008

I let him get away

There was this one time in Banff that a RCMP officer called me asking if he could speak to me in regards to my name coming up as an alibi, I said sure. I had been working with Banff Taxi for a little while, like three months but I already had a great reputation. So the RCMP officer comes over to the house that I lived in Banff 329 muskrat Rd. He parked outside and asked me to come down into the cruiser for the questioning. He asked if I had worked a specific Saturday, I told him "no that's not my shift, I work the mon-friday graveyard." I asked who he was looking for, he said a rapist. I remembered hearing the story, Banff is a small town if anything crazy happens people hear about it. The girl was brutally raped inside her own house by a vicious animal. The only suspect in the case used me as an alibi and then fled. His name was Mat Gar%^. I remember the first time I drove him, it was to the Hostel. He was drunk and arrogant, no money either. He started working at a restaurant where a friend of mine worked, my friend used to special order me every night for a ride home. One night his co worker jumped in too. I remembered him he did not remember me. I got to talking to him that night he jumped in with my buddy. The kid told me he grew up in St Albert, I grew up in St. Albert. He knew many of the people I attended elementary school with. I forgot about my first encounter with him and ended up driving him many more times, he was a coke head and he was always accompanied by a lady. He lied to the RCMP about getting a ride with me on that Saturday night. In Banff the Taxi was a shift work job, 50 hours a week, Saturday was a big money night and I was still a Rookie hence no Saturdays. I couldn't help the cop with his suspects whereabouts so he left. A few months later my girl friend got pregnant and I moved to Edmonton. I started to drive a Taxi here in the city. Something all the cabbies in Banff were scared to try. I remember about two months into it, I was going back to the West end to park my taxi when at 107 ave and like 113st I saw a flag. I had just started driving Edmonton streets and I knew about 107 ave but I took a risk and pulled over. The couple got in, a John and his whore. Except the John was the rapist kid from Banff. I got scared and just sat there looking at him. It was him, he shaved his head and lost weight but it was him. "Do I know you?" he asked. "You're in big trouble dude" I said to him. He realized who I was. The whore started telling me where to go. She probably knew that she was siting in a car with a rapist fuck but she probably just didn't care. I started to move forward not sure what to do. The hooker who was beyond cracked out started screaming that I was going the wrong way, then I told her that I hadn't turned on the meter yet, and I told her the guy she is with was bad fucking news. She told me to stop the car. They both got out. I never told the cops I saw him, I lost the RCMP officers number, I regret it every day. That guy was a monster in sheep clothing.

5 comments:

Sigourney said...

Good God, what an encounter what an encounter. That's enough said.

Anonymous said...

Holy hell. I'm glad I've come across your blog.

Anonymous said...

Well, I sort of see a structure! Your writing flows very directly, matter-of-fact kind of idea. Admittedly I didn't analyze the entire piece, but from the first segment I see a sort of pattern that seems to indicate you prefer a sort of Pronoun-verb opening to your sentences. Some examples "He said" "I asked" "I remembered" as sentence starters. You prefer this to starting a sentence with a dependent clause. And you know what? I think it works well. You're telling factual stories, and we get the tone of having the straight facts right from the get go (pronoun to verb= who did what). Of course, its just my stinkin' opinion that I based off one post, so grain of salt. Just keep up the good stories!

Bum Atom said...

thanks for the break down i dig it

It's a new day, a new age! said...

That guy is a fucking asshole. It's never too late to redeem yourself in other ways...which I'm pretty sure you already have. What a sad, sad story. Rapists should have the full extent of the law. When I used to live in San Francisco, there were 152 sex offenders in my area...and I lived in a nice place right next to Golden Gate Park. Humanity has become so tragic lately, which all the infant rapes and violence amongst children under 10! Did you hear about the 3rd graders plotting the death of their teacher and they brought a knife to school? It is no wonder they grow up to be rapists, serial killers and serious sociopaths. It takes a community to raise a child - all anthropologists agree. Good story!