Hells Angels Nomads boss Paul ‘Sasquatch’ Porter gets two years for cocaine possession
Hmmm, okay that’s just great. Wonder what I would have gotten at a sentencing hearing if I had been caught with that much cocaine. Hmmm, James did make me buy a little bag of the stuff for him at CP’s pub bar on Somerset once. And of course there was good old Bob and Ross being fairly good friends with him. For sure Bob was just about as harmless as all hell, being a bottom and a dealer. Got no bones about having played somewhat with Bob and his boyfriend, although they weren’t exactly my thing. Whatever.
In any case the whole point of this little story is that I was slowly being groomed to take over Hells Angels down the road in Montreal.
From Marsha Burns(tenant from hell) brother(her quote, his calling me) being a Hells Angel member, to my own father trying to get me to connect with a family member who is a lawyer for the Mafia in Montreal(I’m French/Italian descent -strong Italian), to all the drug dealing in the Montreal Dungeon, to meeting Stephane Gagnon in Montreal with Denis his best friend(actually nice guy – liked his energy) who was supposedly the top drug dealer in Montreal(I’ve never seen so much Crystal Meth in my whole entire life(my guess if it was the real thing, I figure was worth nearly 1 million dollars in the palm of his hand. And if that’s not enough Andre(imagine that he lives a hop skip and jump from Hochelaga-Maisonneuve district – an area I knew somewhat having learned how to ski for the first time on the site of the current Olympic Stadium(at the time it was called Morgan’s Hill back in the 60’s) admitted seducing me with Crystal to get me hooked and stay with him in Montreal as his little sub boy(the idea I imagine was to leave Ottawa, have my kids taken away from me, be part of the Montreal Dungeon scene on a regular basis and then go to the Black Eagle to mingle with the crowd. All with drug dealing in mind to raise new blood and bring drug dealing to entirely new level because of my perfect mix of NRGY. How’s this to boot, back in 2008 JP(RCMP) got me to ride on his brother’s Harley Davidson for a quick ride on the Queensway. Scared the hell out of me. What saves my ass in all of this is that I don’t like motorcycles enough to want to ride one. Reason 2 motorcycle accidents I hit back in my early driving career. Never liked bikes since. Cool and all, but not my thing. Yahoooooo ! Oh and let’s not forget the Harley Davidson dealer on Merivale road who finally closed down a few years ago. Temptation right in my path. I also believe I wasp meant to meet Paul because of his living doing business on Gilbey Drive in Ottawa where I once lived for years. Ooooooh the games and strategies that people play. As I said, thank my lucky stars about 2 accidents some 30 years earlier. Ironic how subconscious gets things all nice neat and tidy years ahead of time. Now that’s surfing the NRGY NET and the magic that surrounds it. GOD I LOVE NRGY.
Well, with that I still wonder what the star attraction and qualities would have been going into such scenarios and cleaning up the streets of Montreal and who knows where else. Nothing like a naive 54 year man from Ottawa getting his hands dirty and doing all the dirty work for ball-less people who can do an honest days work on their own.
Sorry boys and girls, missed this one entirely – get yourselves another sucker. Remember I split myself so many ways that I’m sure you won’t have a problem finding the right patsy and be hell on earth all for my own pleasure in just watching the show.
And this people is the crux of the whole story in a nutshell as to why everything was being setup by all interested parties to have me go down this road.
Good Luck with it all on your next venture…..
Live~NRGY 
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