Years ago I was habitually abusing over the counter medications. All uppers, downers, and psychedelic drugs you can obtain by walking into any store. You just just have to know what to get or what to extract. Naturally a habit like that will get pretty costly. Like any other junky I started stealing and I got pretty good at it. For years I was able to obtain thousands of dollars worth of medications. When I would visit a new town or a new place I was more concerned with its Pharmacies and Drug stores then any attractions. It became a game almost. Me against them.
About 5 years ago the DEA cracked down on a lot of things and you had to start showing ID, limiting the amounts of things you could purchase, and you couldn’t buy directly from chemical suppliers anymore. I actually went liget for a while and stopped stealing but after the DEA shut down all the chemical suppliers things were back to the old way. Masquerading as the chemistry Department from (insert college here) for botanical experiments wasn’t going to work anymore. Back to breaking the law.
Then I moved to Chico. Oh boy! A new playground for me. I was in Chico for about 4 months and then it happened. I picked up about 40 bucks worth of product at the Raley’s on East Ave. As I walked out the door someone grabbed my arm and flashed a badge. Busted… great… Petty Theft Misdemeanor, printed, booked, mugshots, the whole nine yards. (yes I had to resist the Tator Salad urge)
Here is a link to my case
So what does this have to do with my trip? You can probably guess. I was denied my entry into Canada because of this infraction. Here is the excerpt from the Canadian Immigration act that covers this.
“(2) No immigrant and, except as provided in subsection (3), no visitor shall be granted admission if the immigrant or visitor is a member of any of the following classes: (a) persons who have been convicted in Canada of an indictable offence, or of an offence for which the offender may be prosecuted by indictment or for which the offender is punishable on summary conviction, that may be punishable under any Act of Parliament by a maximum term of imprisonment of less than ten years, other than an offence designated as a contravention under the Contraventions Act; (a.1) persons who there are reasonable grounds to believe (i) have been convicted outside Canada of an offence that, if committed in Canada, would constitute an offence that may be punishable by way of indictment under any Act of Parliament by a maximum term of imprisonment of less than ten years, or (ii) have committed outside Canada an act or omission that constitutes an offence under the laws of the place where the act or omission occurred and that, if committed in Canada, would constitute an offence that may be punishable by way of indictment under any Act of Parliament by a maximum term of imprisonment of less than ten years, except persons who have satisfied the Minister that they have rehabilitated themselves and that at least five years have elapsed since the expiration of any sentence imposed for the offence or since the commission of the act or omission, as the case may be;”
Basically, if 10 years haven’t gone by or I didn’t apply for my certification of rehabilitation “do not pass go and do not collect 200 dollars.” You can imagine how it felt. Escorted back onto the Ferry, signing my retraction of application to enter Canada – it all brought me back to my arraignment day. Sitting in a court room with the scum of society and I was one of them. It wasn’t who I wanted to be, but I can’t deny what I did. I just wasn’t prepared for that skeleton to be brought out of the closet. Not like this anyway.
After I got back to the good ole USA – I delt with it like any American. I found a bar, ordered a double Bushmills, a beer, slammed them both and walked out. I needed to figure out what to do. It took a lot to fight the inner urges to do something wreckless and stupid. I got my head on straight and got a hotel room. Found the nearest eatery/bar and drank my face off. So now that I’m sufficiently hungover and watching the Golden Girls I have to figure out my next move. Not quite sure what I want to do yet. I’m not upset anymore, it is what it is. So now you know 🙂
ps. I’m taking a nap, suggestions are welcome for what I should do :p
Danny Machal October 23rd, 2008