When men relate stories to each other, it's almost like a competition.
You've got to see who's got the most fucked up, crazy, insane-yet-verifiable & believable tale. You've got to be able to cite at least one credible source, and be able to have specific details and a time-line to relate.
Of course, most of these tales involve sex in one way or another.
I was shooting the shit with some guys from work today, and we got on that subject, (as men are apt to do,) and the only thing I realized after was that I really should have gone for my secondary education. The romps at Burger School are OK, but I think I missed something not living on Rez.
I'm glad that I'm able to hold my own in these types of conversations, and amazingly enough, nothing I've heard from others has been able to shock me. Chalk that up to my years of dealing with the public and people in general, I guess.
I thank God that none of my tales start with "One time in Port Alberni...", but I am awed by how many of them have to do with the Arches. I guess being there for as long as I was made it like a base of operations, not just a job.
I can't relate any of the stories here, but most of you know most of them already. Hell, after being in this town for so long, I'm sure some have passed into legend. Maybe I'll write my own memoirs, and I'll try not to embellish like that Pieces guy did.