The night the fridge fucked up Pete's car

A somewhat fictitious tale of youthful misadventure

During the summer of 2004, I lived in a grody apartment above the Subway in Wasagaming, Manitoba while working/partying at the Pizza Place across the street. We had a lot of wild times that summer.

The story “The night the fridge fucked up Pete’s car” is a somewhat fictitious tale of youthful misadventure from that era. The story, which Rejection Letters ran earlier this week, starts off as truly as I can remember, before going off the rails into a flight of fancy somewhere around the middle. I’m still convinced that if my old buddy Pete hadn’t moved his car, we probably would have been AOK. But it’s just as likely things would have ended up as described here.

Big thanks to Kevin Sterne, who was acting as guest editor for Rejection Letters for this particular call for subs, for believing.

kevinsterne @kevinsterne

This one by @badguybirnie from the first sentence I was like, alright let's fucking go.

rejection-letters.comThe night the fridge fucked up Pete’s car (Sheldon Birnie)Look, we only threw that fridge off the balcony because the landlord said it was cool. When we called him up back in June we told him, Man, this fridge you set us up with conked out. All the food’s…

Means a lot, coming from a writer whose work I enjoy and respect greatly. Cheers!