Tuesday, October 12, 2004
I went on a great date once. I went to this bar, noone was there.
We were supposed to go see Bowling for Columbine, we got pretty drunk instead. I think Michael Moore, if anyone, could appreciate the beauty of gluttony and sloth.
I went to the bathroom, as I'm often wont to do, and I came out and was face to face with a brilliant painting :
Sometimes Calgary had nice little secrets like that. Things that made you realize why people continued to remain in that city despite its hate-on for the homeless. When I speak of the homeless in Calgary, I'm not just talking about the working poor or those that live in shelters, I'm talking about people who literally lived on the streets of which there were many. It was easy for people to avoid them because you could spent your entire existence above them in the plus 15's, skyline tunnels which shuttled you from one office/shopping complex to another (we call them pedways here in Halifax).
In trying to find those little things about Calgary again, I came upon this. I guess we all have our dopplegangers.
It's funny how I feel obliged to include some sort of joke or pick me up. I don't want to harsh anyone's vibe 'HELLO! I have to sleep over an air vent in order that I don't freeze at night!' Dude, can't you see I'm trying to talk about fucking Cocoa Puffs here
It was particularly cold night in November. I remember it because I had just told Kyle that he was my best friend, I was nervous, it seemed like such a big deal, it was. We traded drags on his cigarette as we walked down 17th Ave. I obsessed about the crush I had, he obsessed about the crush he had, we were hopeless. We headed down 10th St and toward the bus station. Out of the periphery of our vision we saw a couple approaching us. We were both somewhat wary and I think most of it stems from the fact that we were ever so frozen, ever so self involved and just tired of people asking us for change. It's trivial, I suppose.
The man approached us and asked how we were doing, he asked us for changed, we obliged, and he proceeded to ask for a hug as he told us about how he just lost his daughter.
I don't remember it being very cold the rest of the way to the bus station.
We were supposed to go see Bowling for Columbine, we got pretty drunk instead. I think Michael Moore, if anyone, could appreciate the beauty of gluttony and sloth.
I went to the bathroom, as I'm often wont to do, and I came out and was face to face with a brilliant painting :
Sometimes Calgary had nice little secrets like that. Things that made you realize why people continued to remain in that city despite its hate-on for the homeless. When I speak of the homeless in Calgary, I'm not just talking about the working poor or those that live in shelters, I'm talking about people who literally lived on the streets of which there were many. It was easy for people to avoid them because you could spent your entire existence above them in the plus 15's, skyline tunnels which shuttled you from one office/shopping complex to another (we call them pedways here in Halifax).
In trying to find those little things about Calgary again, I came upon this. I guess we all have our dopplegangers.
It's funny how I feel obliged to include some sort of joke or pick me up. I don't want to harsh anyone's vibe 'HELLO! I have to sleep over an air vent in order that I don't freeze at night!' Dude, can't you see I'm trying to talk about fucking Cocoa Puffs here
It was particularly cold night in November. I remember it because I had just told Kyle that he was my best friend, I was nervous, it seemed like such a big deal, it was. We traded drags on his cigarette as we walked down 17th Ave. I obsessed about the crush I had, he obsessed about the crush he had, we were hopeless. We headed down 10th St and toward the bus station. Out of the periphery of our vision we saw a couple approaching us. We were both somewhat wary and I think most of it stems from the fact that we were ever so frozen, ever so self involved and just tired of people asking us for change. It's trivial, I suppose.
The man approached us and asked how we were doing, he asked us for changed, we obliged, and he proceeded to ask for a hug as he told us about how he just lost his daughter.
I don't remember it being very cold the rest of the way to the bus station.
