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I'm coming down for folklife next weekend, i want to see everyone who i haven't seen for ages and that means you.
I got all my hair chopped off and I'm a little bitter about it, considering I didn't think it was too long when I went to get a hair cut, asked for some of the wiered little bits resulting from a few months of home haircuts to be evened out, and walked out looking...
Clean cut... or something
They REALLY chopped mike's hair off. He asked for a trim and they fucking took that shaggy doo and made him look ready for the goddamned marines.
Overzealous barbers...
The Fraser bus is a really strange fucking bus. It runs through Hastings and picks up a bunch of tweaked out junkies and then up Fraser st into the lower/ lower-middle class nieghboorhoods. Every time I ride that bus there's some guy or guys who are just really fucked up. A couple bald men with fluffy white beards and spectacles, tweaked out of their minds babbling about their intelligence and how no one could match it, and getting extremely pushy about it. Or just some half gangster junkie saying "what's with those fucking people and their fucking gibberish, gets so fuckin' annoying..." etc. (Refering to Asians, even though the majority of the people on the bus are Asian). Or some guy just leaning on you drunk, trying to tell you what's wrong with your life like they've got it all figured out. Its also the bus that hit that guy. The other night I waited for it with mike, standing in chinatown at midnight standing out like one big goddamned sore thumb. It wasn't too bad really, but after about an hour a bus came, then just fucking left before we could get on. I don't think anyone wants to spend an hour and a half on hastings in the middle of the night, probably not even the ghosts that haunt it.
I got all my hair chopped off and I'm a little bitter about it, considering I didn't think it was too long when I went to get a hair cut, asked for some of the wiered little bits resulting from a few months of home haircuts to be evened out, and walked out looking...
Clean cut... or something
They REALLY chopped mike's hair off. He asked for a trim and they fucking took that shaggy doo and made him look ready for the goddamned marines.
Overzealous barbers...
The Fraser bus is a really strange fucking bus. It runs through Hastings and picks up a bunch of tweaked out junkies and then up Fraser st into the lower/ lower-middle class nieghboorhoods. Every time I ride that bus there's some guy or guys who are just really fucked up. A couple bald men with fluffy white beards and spectacles, tweaked out of their minds babbling about their intelligence and how no one could match it, and getting extremely pushy about it. Or just some half gangster junkie saying "what's with those fucking people and their fucking gibberish, gets so fuckin' annoying..." etc. (Refering to Asians, even though the majority of the people on the bus are Asian). Or some guy just leaning on you drunk, trying to tell you what's wrong with your life like they've got it all figured out. Its also the bus that hit that guy. The other night I waited for it with mike, standing in chinatown at midnight standing out like one big goddamned sore thumb. It wasn't too bad really, but after about an hour a bus came, then just fucking left before we could get on. I don't think anyone wants to spend an hour and a half on hastings in the middle of the night, probably not even the ghosts that haunt it.