Boxing Day 1984 Vancover B.C., Me and 2 friends adventure to the Great White North for bands,babes and booze. At the end of the night I'm doing my BEST to hold the table up, when I notice the dance floor is moving towards the front door. It comes to my attention that the crowd is not dancing but it's my bud's going to blows with some Canadians..By the time I get out the door the fist-a-cuffs has blown over, but I'm ready to go. The 3 of us start walking back to the truck and I decide Canada sucks and I'm going to start breakin shait. So I put my fist thru a bus stop window and continue towards the truck. My hand was split wide open.Upon reaching the truck this HAND grabs my shoulder and said where do you think your going. It's a Cop who watch the whole thing go down from across the street from the bar. Shiat. The man said your coming with me. Into the drunk wagon I go. Blood flowin everywhere. 1st stop hospital. In the middle of my hand being stitched up some poor bastard comes in with a heart attack. Everybody leaves me to care for him and I start bitching about my hand not being done F*** that guy he's dead. Then,in my drunken state I think it's a good time to leave Canada. My escape from the hospital was short lived.Wham hand back on my shoulder with the same response. Where do you think your going. Shiat. They finish my hand and back to the drunk wagon. It dawns on me on the walk back to the Wagon , my rights were not read to me. So I decided to tell them all how stupid they are. "Son your in Canada you have know rights" Shiat. Off to jail I go. Thats where I'm reunited with one of my buddies I started the night with, seems Canadians are not to hip with Idea of controled substances. We spend the morning in jail and are released into ChinaTown B.C. Return safely to the U.S.A . Not to drink in Canada again.