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Steve came back to Barrie for his sister's wedding in Quebec and stopped in to visit. His mom and the rest of his family had come with him. My car was in the transmission shop getting a new transmission installed. Steve and I talked and I decided to move to Winnipeg. So Steve and I went back to where I lived with mom and dad and we told them that I was going to move in with Steve in Winnipeg. Dad got me some spare tires and some money in my pocket and after two hours I was off on my way with Steve as my co-pilot.

I drove for about six or seven hours then let Steve drive. It was night time when I pulled over on the side of the road for Steve to drive. He got in the driver's seat and pulled out and as he did he just about hit a car going past. It took use about thirty hour's to get there. The last hundred miles we were excited and in a hurry to get there.

Steve lived with a guy named Kevin but he was never there so the place became ours. Steve had a job at McDonalds as a night cleaner and I got a job there as a cook. I had put my application in at a couple of donut stores. One day I got a phone call at work to see if I was interested in another job at Robin Donuts for thirty five dollars a shift as a baker. The year was 1979. I took the job and was trained while the store was being re-finished.

I had just met Steve's girlfriend Allyson who he had broke up with a couple of weeks after I got there. So I started to see her and she became my first true love. She was a cute little thing with glasses, braces and blond hair. I fell right in love. I left that job and got a job at the first Tim Hortons Donuts in Winnipeg. I think I was making forty five dollars a shift there to start.

By now I had bought a fifty seven chevy and sold the cop car to Steve. The fifty seven needed a rear end so I moved it out to Warren, Manitoba where Steve's mom lived. I was also now living in a house on Victoria street near down town Winnipeg. Steve started to work at the old Robins Donuts that I worked at and was staying with me. That summer I went and got a car form a car dealer. The sales man said I was too young to get a loan so he told his boss that I was going to be turning twenty that fall and I got the loan. The car was a 1973 Plymouth furry three, four door, green in color.

I was let go at Hortons because I had an argument with one of the night girls and she left. She was a muffin baker. All the other night girls got along just fine with me. I was always taking them into the back bathroom and getting it on with them. With no money I had to move out from where I was living. Steve had already moved out to Warren and I followed a month later. Warren is about forty miles outside of Winnipeg on number six highway.

One day Steve, Marcel that is Steve's mom's boyfriend's son and I were putting new motor mounts in my car and drinking vodka when I got a phone call from Allyson my girlfriend in Winnipeg. Well I guess I got mad and started off to see her. By this time I had drank two bottles straight. I was told later that I was going down the highway about eighty miles a hour when I went in the ditch and hit a culvert. The car went end over end three times. I woke up in the hospital six days later. My dad and sister were there but I don't remember them being there. They were staying out in Warren. Dad had known Steve's mom from AA in Barrie and they were good friends. I came out of it okay but lost the gold watch dad had given me in grade eight. The cop would not give me my wallet back and when he finally did there was four hundred dollars missing out of it. Dad and Kim had gone back home by now so dad sent me a plane ticket home.

I helped dad for a month or so and made enough money to go back to Winnipeg. Before I moved back to Barrie I lost my driving license for a year. Allyson and I went to look at the car to see what was left of it. When I saw it, I couldn't believe I made it out alive. Allyson started to cry.