It Always Happens When I Give Up

Part One of something that I thought I wouldn't publish:


Some of you may be asking what I'm refering to in the title, others will know what I'm talking about. Those that do understand, get to be the lucky ones this time, 'cuz I don't feel like defining exactly what I mean. Yes that's right, tonite I feel like holding back a little.

I just got back from a stange set of days in Vancouver, and far be it from me to not enjoy a lite bit of weirdness, but I'm still trying to readjust to the slower pace of island life.

I think I'll share the story with you, but I'm going to fuck with the time stucture of my narrative.

Your reading of the story begins with me being dropped off at work by a woman named Tip, her nephew Mike, and her niece Marissa. They were heading to Tophino, and seeing as I had hung out and chatted with Tip through out the entire ferry ride, they were kind enough to drop my sweaty ass at the doors of the Cambie. What would have happened I wonder, if I hadn't guarded her blanket from the wind while I was on the sun deck enjoying my lunch?

I really don't have an answer for that, but lunch was just what I needed after waiting in the ferry terminal for over an hour because I caught the earlier bus than I had intended. Said bus catching would not have been possible, of course, w/out the selfless effort of a woman I had really only met two days ago, but more about her earlier. I will say though, I was very surprised to wake up in my dorm room this morning missing one sandle. That aside, it was a fantastic sleep. I had stayed up until about three watching bad television and trying to figure out why hookers would want to invite me for "fun" after being told that I had no money with me. Flatering though it was, I really hadn't prepared a speech.

The walk itself started at Dan and Lisa's apartment that night at about 11:30 pm. We finished it by drinking decaf coffee, which is really the only way to recover from an evening of napping and watching the food network. Dinner was delicious and eagerly consumed having walked an hour on the way there to drop off a Cambie t-shirt for Dan.

Yes that's what I did when I finished my shower at 4:00pm, I certainly needed one, having slept on the couch in the common room all day. Why the common room? Well, my dorm room bed wasn't ready when I was. Upon being awakend, most likely still drunk, and told that it was after 10 am and that I had missed the chance to re-rent the room I was curently in, I was left with a slight paradox: go home or sleep on a leather couch and have people pretend I didn't exist.

Stay tuned for part two,
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