cole's blog

hey everyone. i have been domesticated and part of the working poor class for about a year now. and working in several different types of atmospheres and taking on several different trades, i have realized what i want the most is an opportunity to give back to the community, now that i am able too. if there are any work/volunteer positions avalible working with street youth, or for youth drop-in centers in vancouver please let me know. i'd like to start as soon as possible. i can be reached at oh.in.heaven.everything.is.fine@gmail.com

so vancouver is taking a closer look at the welfare system. so many people homeless, and so much money coming in from tax payers that isn't going back into the system. all these goverment workers sitting on there ass, hording this money... hmmm... what for? olympics... i think so.

well i am back here in van. for about a week now. surfing the couches. got to do everything that i wanted to do in the first week that i got "home". i got trashed at the nude beach, skated the sea wall at stanley park, and smoked the sweet, sweet west coast buds. i think that thats what i missed the most. not only is the weed good and plentifull here, but you also get what you pay for. none of this .5,.6 bullshit that i was exerpiencing in mtl. i consumed some drugs the other day, as they were kicking in i decided to take a break from the show at pub 340 and walked down to victory square to take a break.

i was panning outside the slayer show last night checking out all the hot metal head boys... and some scalper gave me and alex free floor seats the show was fucking awesome!

i was sleeping in an alley under some stairs the other night with 6 other street kids and 3 dogs. i was using my pack as a pillow as always, and i rolled over at 6 am and opened my eyes to find some strange clean boy sharing my ``pillow`` with me. he had brand new skate shoes, expensive looking clothes and a really nice watch on. so in othe words he was the last person you would expect to see sleeping in an alley that stunk like piss. he wasn`t doing anyting wrong, just sleeping so i poked him repetitavely untill he woke up. and i asked him who the hell he was. he replied, david. so i shrugged my shoulders and went back to sleep.

i haven`t slept properly in about a week. too many things are making me uneasy... especially the squats here. there are so many sketchy people that approach me while i sleep. i dont even sleep with just one eye open but both now, with my knife in my hand. last night while i was crashing at the starving afrika squat, i ate some mushrooms right before bed. i heard footsteps and thought that it was my buddy. i look up and some fucking sketch case is standing right over my head. what the fuck? i screamed and he ran away really fast. i don`t think that he was up to any good by the way that he scrammbeled.