Mid 60's, I got a deuce less &12 for "armed robbery". Just turned 16 and with my friend at the time Ivan, we stuck our thumbs out and headed down the 401. From Montreal to Kitchner where his dad lived and as fate would have just west of Cornwall a 59 Potiac come to a screeching halt, we got a ride after walking for 2 hrs or so. It just happened to be another friend of ours 17 year old Tommy running away to Toronto,with his girlfriend, in a stolen car. We were happy to get a ride and not concerned about the car. None of us had a dime in our pockets nor sence in our minds. I think we were approaching Bellville running out of gas and saw a car parked on the side of the highway. Pulled up in front of it, and all four of us walked to the drivers door an found a guy sleeping behind the wheel. Actually, I asked if he could give us a few bucks to help us out. He told us to (bug off) or something like that and Tommy's girl slipped a knife into my hand that she had been carrying for protection. ....That cost us all time in jail. I got a deuce less and twelve... Changed me dramatically, not so much the time but the "O R ", experience. Introduced and adopting real brutallaty.
That's where gangs are developed from the towns you come from or districts of a larger city, we were from Montreal, the only kids from Montreal.
Tommy was a fair size, I was tall and lanky and Ivan was a game kid. So as long as we stayed together no one really approached us in an aggressive manner and also there were lighter picking from the "chain" we came in on. So the two weeks or so in reception were relatively uneventful for us but we did begin to see victims being picked out of the newcomers we went in with.
Muscling for others rations was the primary target, tobacco and lighters were high on the list.
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