Anyway, sorry you had such a shit introduction to Canada. Back in ‘86 I was sharing a room with a nutbar Belgian-Canadian woman who always had her customs-officer cop-wannabe idiot jerkoff boyfriend over. What a tool. Huge insecurity complex and an equally oversized mustache to match (all the cop wannabes have them). I think he’s about the average mentality and general sociopath disposition of most of his douchebag brethren. But that experience of yours really takes the cake. You should have gone to the real cops and lodged a complaint.

And I know that prison hostel. I actually was schnogging a bit up there with a German girl I met there up near the execution room with the hanging rope. Booya! Oh! Canada! Took the edge off the customs experience, at least!