a couple buds and I went to a Bubbapalooza in Calgary Alberta, after the show we hit a strip club with some of the Bubba crew and between going outside and getting high and drinking in the bar we were all kinds of fucked up. we walked from the peeler bar down the street to an all night Subway sandwich joint and ordered some subs. as we were standing in the parking lot chowing on these subs this Jamaican guy comes up to us all excited saying something was wrong with his car, and could we come have a look at it. as we walked over to it he says it's making a terrible noise...the guy had a right rear tire completely destroyed. it's a late 90's Grand Am, we tell him to get the spare and he says there isn't one. we tell him sure there is, and get him to pop the trunk. sure enough, under the carpet is one of those donut emergency spares and this guy is beside himself saying he never knew about that spare hidden in there. he's got no idea how to change it, so my buds and I dig out the jack and the wrench and proceed to do it for him, at 4 am in a Subway parking lot. this guy is super stoked, and says he will take us anywhere we want to go. we ask him if he can find us some coke, he says "you bet! get in!" so we bail into his car and away we go. about a half hour we roll up to this house, and buddy says he'll be right back. doesn't want cash or anything, says he'll grab us a ball and be out in a jiffy. as we're waiting my buddy says "hey...let's steal this fucking car."
we all laugh...then think...you know, that sounds like a fuck of a plan. I bail into the driver's seat and we're off. we rat bagged this dude's car all around downtown Calgary and about an hour into our joyride this Dodge pickup pulls up beside us and it's the guy and his buddies, they're waving a heater yelling at us to pull over. so we bolt, these guys hot on our heels chasing us around. pretty soon a cop sees us speed by and now it's on. I ended up driving this guy's car down a set of pedestrian stairs and the truck runs into one of the cement barriers either side of the steps we managed to squeeze through, we crank a left and park in an alley and scatter like roaches. last we saw of them was the cop jamming his car up against the truck as we disappeared. we walked about a mile back downtown to our hotel and laughed like retards. got away clean, headed back up north the next day.
that's my story.