Second Words from B.C.

Apologies to those who did not get the First Words as some addresses had not been added to the list on this account. Hopefully they are all there now. If I recall correctly it has been four days inclusive since my first (and last [don't be confused by the meanings {ie-final, or previous} of "last"]) update and of those four days the first was spent, from ten o'clock AM, wandering the streets of downtown Vancouver. I got out around the corner of Burrard and W Hastings Sts. and I walked west and south. I got some lunch and watched ships which was quite strange having come from the prairies. Tractors and combines are big, but they're hardly the lifeblood of international industry as these ships are. And I mean that blood metaphor quite completely. I don't mean to ignore the problems they represent, but it is fascinating to think about the scale of human activity. Afterwards I made my way to Granville. I was struck by the way the atmosphere of the street changes as you walk down it. From theatres and malls to porno shops and drug dealers. I was somewhat pleased with the latter (at first) because I found out later (but first:
I went to a movie
Intolerable Cruelty
Starring George Clooney
About divorce attoorneys

Then I went to see -luap-
At Spartacus Book Shop
I gave him a cop-

y
Of the Somaphore CD
We shot the breeze

Then I took another walk
This guy stopped me to talk

Asked if I had rollies or not
Told him I got
A lighter but not

The papers that he craved
I left them at my place
Asked if I had purcased any dime bags today

"As a matter of fact
It's in my backpack"

"Can I see?
It's just weed"

"Sure what the hell"
"I hate to tell

you but")

his stuff was shit. I mean it felt like a good weight for twenty dollars and it looked alright through the bag. But alas, poor Whoever-he-was. I knew him not and he ripped me off, the bastard. But this other guy takes me (in a roundabout way) to a place a few blocks down on E Hastings. He says it's a poker club. He says he shows this place to people from out of town looking for some decent pot. He says to ignore the other drug dealers on the street. He says not to show any interest. So he takes me up a flight of stairs through a door. There's another flight of stairs. He takes me to the top and shows me a lightswitch and a door. I give him thirty dollars and he tells me to wait at the bottom of the stairs. He turns on the lightswitch. A guy comes to the door. An exchange is made. He comes down the stairs and drops three grams of Blueberry into my bag. He says I can come back here now anytime and buy weed. He says I just have to go up the stairs and turn on the light. He says a guy will come to the door to sell you weed. He says it may be a minute or two if he's in the middle of a hand. I say,
"Thanks. See ya."
I walked around again for a while as Paul finished his shift at the book store. I went back there at six o'clock and finished The Age of Reason by Jean-Paul Sartre. We then left for the Youth Drop-In Center where Paul gets his free meals. We talked for a while longer and then I went to get the bus home. Having walked for six to eight hours on Vancouver's rolling streets I fairly lost the use of my legs as soon as I got into bed. The next day included an excursion to the grocery store, and one to the library to begin the process of getting a library card. Needing proof of address they will have to mail me an empty envelope which I can then bring back and redeem for the coveted card. Yesterday and Today were spent reading a book called Irrational Man by William Barrett. It's about existentialism. I just finished the sections on Kierkegaard and Nietzsche. Next are Heidegger and Sartre. When I finish that I plan to resume Sartre's Roads to Freedom trilogy with The Reprieve. That way I can send it back to Harfield and if he wants maybe I can lend him I can lend him the other two books as well cause I'm sure he'd appreciate that. My guess is I'll keep up this almost-nothing-but-read schedule for a while. Until I start getting low on funds. Then I'll have to get a job. I shudder. I cough. I check my watch. I have to go to the bathroom so why don't I wrap this up for now.
I hope you all enjoyed reading this. I hope the first half makes sense as I was pretty stoned when I was writing it. It's been about an hour and a half I think so I'm not quite so much so now. B.C. weed is pretty good though. Anyway, if you like what you read let me know. If you want me to write about anything in particular let me know. If you think you can convince me to come back let me know. Until the next one.

Tony "Is that all the peanut butter ya got?" Hawkins