Chapter 50 “so what about me Dr. Evan Terpene?”
This is my story so I should update you about where I ended up.
You may recall my gangster patient Spike gave me title to his ritzy Toronto penthouse condo but in addition to that he willed me his “compound” in Sunridge, Ontario, Sunridge is a tiny town 275 kilometres from Toronto. I quit my job at a cardiologist in a major Toronto hospital and headed up to a beautiful heavily forested area with Alexis and the drugs, cash, gold coins and ammo Spike had in his condo.
What a change from the concrete jungle rat race in Toronto. My compound was 10 kilometres from the centre of the town. It was surrounded by heavy forest except for 4 acres of fields where cannabis was growing destined for the illegal Toronto market. I was taken aback by two heavily armed bikers living in a barbed wire enclosed cabin near the fields. Chester and Cedric were Spike’s boys and I struck a deal with them. They were to guard the cannabis and myself, Alexis and Pill Boy my Westie. In return they could keep half the cannabis harvest and I would take the rest.
You would think that Cedric and Chester were very bad ass thugs and they were but inside that vicious exterior they were like shy little boys Even Pill Boy, who barked at any living creature, just loved those two guys and they spoiled him rotten. Friday nights was Italian pasta night with red wine and of course cannabis for Chester and Cedric. Alexis was becoming a fine chef specializing in Italian cuisine. It wasn’t too long after we arrived that Alexis had a truck garden growing beside the cannabis. The annual San Marzano tomato harvest and bottling was far more important to Alexis than the cannabis harvest. Pill Boy was in seventh heaven hunting small rodents and constantly cuddled and belly rubbed by the two “hoodlums” Real life can set you straight on stereotypes!
And the house on the compound was an ultra luxurious “log cabin” with all the gadgets including a home theatre, restaurant equipped kitchen, eight bedrooms and an ultra high-tech security system. The basement was a bunker. A “panic room” stocked with enough food to last for years, a kitchen, a three thousand bottle wine cellar and an arsenal of weapons, a huge vault filled with gold bullion, a sauna and a nuclear grade air filtration system. My oh my what a lifestyle drugs could offer! I was beginning to feel a bit like Pablo Escobar.
Once the locals realized I was but simple cardiologist and not a narco king they were incredibly friendly. In fact their local doctor had ben killed off by Virus # 26 so his abandoned clinic was mine. It took a bit of time to revert to general medicine after being a specialist which was rewarding as I got to know “the whole system” as opposed to the heart. Alexis, Pill Boy and Dr. Evan Terpene fit in nicely in the community. In all the carnage and misery I suppose I felt a bit guilty being so very happy but never look a gift horse in the mouth.
What about all the city people flocking to the country for food. Well the local civil guard so well armed (thanks to Spike putting them on his payroll) occasionally had to repel marauders. My half share of the cannabis harvest was more than enough to give the local civil guard immunity to Virus # 26. Me a gentle physician now a Rambo killer and a narco king! And boy oh boy these local folks make such incredible lemon meringue pies. Real country cooking!