" Lately I've been working with a youth who is
experiencing severe drug–induced psychosis.
He sees an entire world that isn't there, & has
created the most intricate & well-researched
stories about himself & his everyday life. He's
absolutely brilliant, & if he wasn't my client I'm
sure we would be good friends. We have a lot in
common, & spend long periods of time talking
about music & girls while eating lunch at
Stepho's. He believes completely that the things
he's seeing/saying are true, & that he is in fact a
famous music producer working daily with the
world's most well known artists. His entire reality
is a complete fabrication, & I can't imagine how
nice it must be to live in such an innocent,
cathartic way. " – E R
#guest–house
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Sincerely,
B N
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| Been into these things lately: Grave dirt, hand cannons, Lapham's Quarterly, Mjolnir, Smash Ink (Teal Legit), Celtic Lolita, Steve Martin circa 1989, Chaos Magic, the Hopi, Des Marches St. George, Faberge, Norse Projects, Carrot & Raisin Manna Bread, & especially Russian Jump Styles |
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Life is Short Death is Sure Sin is the Cause |
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This is nearing the top of one of the supporting beams. The ladder is sketchy as hell, and there's at least 80 feet of it below where this picture was taken, but the view from the top is real cool. The bummer thing is climbing through a tiny hole onto the top of this pillar, kind of like the Lion's Gate. |
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The Langley Civic Centre is still much the same, save for a new paint job & less lurkers. We used to drink in the woods adjacent to the parking lot before seeing cut-rate punk bands play. I remember doing mean things to DBS when they played. Once we were spraypaintin’ the back wall with some anarchy signs or some shit, & the police rolled up. Myself, & three friends ran across the BMX track & hid in the woods beside the graveyard. My friend Trevor gave me a cigarette, & I smoked most of it the wrong way round before noticing that the entire filter was gone, & festering in my lungs. Oof. The old Langley Skatepark is still there. When they built it, people were so hyped. It didn't take long for a newer, better park to be built, but the old spot is not without its charms. I did a solid hours worth of slappy noseslides there the other day, & didn't see a single other person. It used to be crushed with sprays some Acrow and Raise, but now it's just ugly grey crap. The lake on 16th avenue, just West of 208th street. One of the better hang–out spots as a teenager. Close enough to home to walk, water to swim in, turtles to wrangle, & a dock to sleep on if one so desired. I still like going there, even if there's no booze being drank, girls to talk to, or psychedelic journeys to embark on. Zero Avenue & 272nd Street in Aldergrove. Me & my friend Keith used to go fishing here. My parents would drive me to Keith's house, on Friday after school, & pick me up on Sunday before church, which I reluctantly attended, covered in dirt, fish guts, & campfire smoke. Keith lived on this amazing acreage with funny animals like pigs & cows & lots of Jack Russell terriers. I swear there was like... hundreds of them. Maybe not. We would ride bikes with Keith's older brothers & this idiot named Jeremy, to Zero Avenue, where there was a stream that seemed to always be full of fish. We would catch tons of them, & put them in buckets, which were a hassle to get back to Keith's house. Once home, we dumped the fish into their manmade lake to catch again some time, although I never once caught a trout there, despite hundreds of attempts. All I ever caught were these gross catfish. Hurting. One time Jeremy jumped off a swing–set backwards, trying to land in his feet, but ended up getting caught somehow. He broke both of his arms, & used this an excuse as to why he was kind of fat, but had the skinniest arms. Like I said, the guy was kind of a foo. 8th Avenue & Lefevre road in Abbotsford. Tight spot to hang out. Nothing around except creatures & a pond, & some big rocks 2 sit on. |
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If I had to live in the suburbs, this is where I would want to be. An old British Columbia Electric Railroad station, that someone has turned into an awesome living space/studio. Easels everywhere, dogs lurking, & rail service right outside the door. The BCER ran from Vancouver to Chilliwack, & there are still a few cool station buildings around, including an nice abandoned one ! |
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Dennis, Houston TX '80... Good Style – So simple/subtle, but you know Dennis was an old hobo with a face like a catcher's mitt. |
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Here's a good spot by the ocean to hang out. When it's pouring rain, it's usually decent here. |
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Not so secret spot. Chill spot to sleep with a nice view out the front door. |
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Coombs I recently drove around Langley, Abbotsford, & Chilliwack on a day off. It made me feel a little bit sick to see all of the old places I used to hang out, break stuff, ride bikes, & smoke cigarettes. |
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Squamish |
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Mojo I ran for 12 kilometers on Saturday, & did 134 pushups. |
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Savary Island (locals) |
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Dining room (by Night) |
