freudian slip..
a few weeks ago I was walking home down granville street on a friday night.
for anyone not familiar with granville street on a weekend night it's become quite the spectacle.
stupid drunken beasts spilling out out of the awful 'trendy' clubs like herds occupying the sidewalk.
each club trying to perpetuate the illusion that they're something special and different but they are all the same.
in fact, I'm convinced of the fact that if you could visit more than one simultaneously the music would be identical.
a week earlier I'd found myself in the same predicament. walking the same route home intoxicated. sure I could take a different route, but somehow I find myself attracted and repelled by the whole ugly mess. as I walk down the sidewalk I make eye contact with a guy coming towards me. a few steps closer and he raises his arm to give me a high five. in a moment of sponteneity I reciprocate. yeah I see you buddy. better to try and fit in here.. and I already don't fit in.
so here I am repeating the same walk home intoxicated again but this time with a friend.
a few doors down from granville books there's a drumming circle going on. christ. the atmosphere here is viscious enough without whipping the natives into any more of a bloodlust..
there's a gang of rowdy drunks behind us and we hasten our steps. I mutter a commentary to my companion and it comes out something like "the only remedy for this is paradise park.."
for anyone not familiar with granville street on a weekend night it's become quite the spectacle.
stupid drunken beasts spilling out out of the awful 'trendy' clubs like herds occupying the sidewalk.
each club trying to perpetuate the illusion that they're something special and different but they are all the same.
in fact, I'm convinced of the fact that if you could visit more than one simultaneously the music would be identical.
a week earlier I'd found myself in the same predicament. walking the same route home intoxicated. sure I could take a different route, but somehow I find myself attracted and repelled by the whole ugly mess. as I walk down the sidewalk I make eye contact with a guy coming towards me. a few steps closer and he raises his arm to give me a high five. in a moment of sponteneity I reciprocate. yeah I see you buddy. better to try and fit in here.. and I already don't fit in.
so here I am repeating the same walk home intoxicated again but this time with a friend.
a few doors down from granville books there's a drumming circle going on. christ. the atmosphere here is viscious enough without whipping the natives into any more of a bloodlust..
there's a gang of rowdy drunks behind us and we hasten our steps. I mutter a commentary to my companion and it comes out something like "the only remedy for this is paradise park.."
