"I had gotten my green card; it took about a year after that to get out of town. I had this car, a 1969 British racing green Volvo that (I'd bought) from the man who taught me how to walk. The seats were held up with bricks, newspapers over the holes in the floor. It was a remarkable machine that I took many journeys in. Friends and I would drive to Montreal from Toronto, we'd smoke hash the night before. You're seventeen, you've got your first car, you're not going to school, what can you do?"