One of the things Sonja, the Hammer and I wanted to do this summer was better acquaint ourselves with the Dope City neighbourhoods beyond those close to the racetrack. This past weekend we stopped by Kerrisdale. That's where the rich motherfuckers live.
Everywhere we looked, as we strolled the busy sidewalks, and rested in the parks we saw the rich shits driving by in their overpriced yuppie cars made in countries other than our own. But when they got out of their leather clad seats they all stopped to say hello and pet the Hammer. If it was not for dogs rich motherfuckers and motherfuckers like me would not socialize at all.
When we skirted the old hockey arena, where my mom saw Bill Haley and the Comets and I saw Motorhead, the Hammer played in the great piles of snow left outside by the Zamboni. It is only April and she cannot wait for next winter.
That was when I spotted the two young ladies in their Roller Derby team jerseys. It was like the world stopped spinning. I walked up to them and droolingly told them how much I thought roller derby fucking rocked. Sonja got a shot of the two them giving old Beer a roller derby girl hug. I was beside myself. Before we left they asked us, "Are you coming to the show April 12th at the Kerrisdale Arena?"
You better believe it.