we were waiting for a train. it was night time. i realized there was a dane cook autograph session going on in the train station. it was terribly exciting. he was autographing brightly colored folders with nothing in them. i got him to make one for me and dave. i was so excited to meet him, i kept saying the stupidest things. he was also selling t-shirts for 5 bucks. i ran out of the room to the bank machine, but then i realized i had money in my pocket. when i got back they were packing up, not many people were left. i felt awkward.

i asked for 2 shirts. his t-shirts were just blank t-shirts, already worn and with mud all over them. he wrote his name on them in pen. he got me to write some of it. my handwriting looked nothing like his. i bought myself a blue collared work shirt, it fit nice and it wasn't covered in mud. then i told him to listen to my band. he wrote our myspace down, but said he was on tour and alot of people wanted him to do things like that, so he wasn't sure when he could check it out. i felt awkward again and rejoined my friends.

we were still waiting in the train station, i told them that osheaga festival was going on later tonight, and we could go because it was only 6 bucks to get in. i didn't know who was playing.

later, me and sidney were walking over the last bit of the over pass and onto the terminal road. i told her it was a shortcut. the wind was so strong is almost blew her over. then yvette suggested we take the train tracks all the way to the mall, in the other direction. we started going, i was worried a train would come. there was a paved walkway on one side of the tracks, i started walking on that.

the walkway gradually got higher and higher off the ground, and ended at a straight wall. the walkway was now part of a building. it was too high to jump. i wondered how yvette got down.

so i started going through the building, which was filled with tourists and school groups who were looking at the train tracks. i kept going in rooms, but they never led me down and outside. finally i found this small room, like a cylinder with a ladder in it. along the wall there were indentations, only a few inches deep, but this was the ladder you had to climb to get down.

when i got to the bottom, i could see people walking past a frosted window. i was afraid i would get in trouble, but when i peeked out, i was where i wanted to be. on a second walkway on ground level.

yvette was there with bags and bags of fireworks. he mother got them for her, and she wanted to set them off on the train tracks. i was worried someone would get hurt. a big crowd of onlookers had formed but NO ONE had a match or a lighter. darren and mikey were there, with a bunch of our friends, they were rolling stuff, but they had no lighter either. we saw a guy smoking a cigarette and started forming a complicated plan to ask him to borrow his lighter. the man didn't really want to lend it to us.