i walked down main street and happily plodded around gastown yesterday afternoon. down the cobble streets, past café’s and shops and boutiques, and under the whir of the skytrain.
and of course, past east hastings to take in the usual banter and interesting characters. my favorite one being the guy cursing the birds and yelling at the sky, “the last time a bird shit on me i won $7,500 bucks!” or the homeless guy who looked at me, noting, “ah, your personality is probably ok…”
it’s hilarious. it makes me happy.
this city just has so much to say; there is expression in everything…