13 October 2011
Let's Go Downtown
Week off. Nothing to do so I took the train downtown. Be nice if I could take a train like the Dope City Express to work. Maybe I would feel more modern than I do. The only way there will ever be a train station near the sawmill will be after the sawmill has been closed and fucking condominiums have replaced it like they replace every other sawmill that closes its gates.
Got breakfast at the Wet Spot then I went to the library. Made me feel like a city fucker standing in line with over a hundred other people waiting for the library doors to open. Found a book of Bukowski's shit his family must have found in the bottom of a wastebasket. Buk would be pissed if he knew about the crap they were publishing by him now. A little posthumous work is ok but the Poet has been dead for fucking near twenty years. Enough is enough already.
I did find one line in the book I liked as I flipped through it. "I'd as soon drink with anarchists as anybody else."
Once I was done visiting the library I planned to walk around downtown like I was homeless or something, refamiliarizing myself with the streets in case things get weird at the Occupy Vancouver kick-off on Saturday. Before I got far, however, I bumped into the people, mostly women, protesting the enquiry just then getting underway into how the fucking police did not give a shit about all the women that were being murdered in and around Dope City beginning in the early '80s.
They had blocked off the main intersection in town and were giving speeches, banging drums, that sort of thing. I decided to hang around. The workers of my province's forest industry have more in common with all those women who died than we like to think about: we are all disappearing and nobody gives a shit about us either.
Dave Eby was there. You could see the street people who had attended the demonstration really looked up to him. I had never met him before so I introduced myself and enjoyed a brief conversation with him. My instincts are good as gold and they told me he was a fine individual. Do not get many of those attracted to political parties.
One asshole hurried by and yelled, "Get off the fucking street." Yet another disciple of the grand philosophy of our times: Death Before Inconvenience.
I thought the whole thing was really inspiring and when it broke up I felt like maybe I was a different person or something. The people protesting are pissed off the fucking government will not pay for their street people's associations to have a lawyer to represent them before the enquiry. Only makes sense to me. Here is what else makes sense - the police and the government have something like twenty times more lawyers than the families of the women who died and were ground up on the Picton farm. Shows you who the real and biggest criminals of our world are.
Once I was done walking around town I went to the Templeton cafe to have something to eat before I caught my train home. Place has been there on Granville for just about 80 years. Good food, good service and cozy as the relationship between people having way too much money and people having motherfuck all.