Disconnection Failed

When I awoke on the morning of October 5, 2038, I was in the third week of my planned withdrawal from the Internet. The withdrawal was still inchoate, yet it kept progressing: there were actually very few roadblocks. I called Amazon and cancelled all Smart connections to my condo. I will say this for Amazon they, sure take care of everything. They contacted all of my service providers and cancelled those things I didn’t need. The conversation explaining what I didn’t need was a slightly awkward. I feared coming out and telling the representative the full-scale of my plan, so some obfuscation of the truth was necessary. Continue reading

Spring In Vancouver

 

“I know, let’s get some garlic sausage for dinner,” Shane O said “it’s on sale at Safeway for a buck fifty.”

“Sounds good,” was D’s reply.   They had been skating a bit in the early afternoon at the art gallery, and started drinking around three. The problem was, as always, money. Neither Shane O nor D could really afford to spend more than thirty dollars for the whole night. The beer they were drinking already cost each a little over ten dollars they still had a long ways to go if they were going to make it to the Palladium. Continue reading

Selling Vancouver Sun Subscriptions: The Upper-Middle Class Kitchen

The closest I’ve ever come to working in a sweatshop is when I worked for the Vancouver Sun.  Okay, I never technically worked for the Vancouver Sun, I worked for one of their subcontractors.  And, if we are being honest here I didn’t work for them very long, give or take two hours.  But, with those caveats in mind, let me tell you about how brutal that shit was (is?) Continue reading

A COP BROKE MY DAD’S FACE

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The cop told my dad not to press charges or the person who tried to kill him would come back for him.  This was 2002 and my dad believed the cop, thought it was good advice actually.  Figured the guy who cut him off  on Royal Ave only to follow him home and viciously assault him was probably dangerous like the cop said. Continue reading

A Day at the Arbutus Club

I trudged down Commercial at 5:00 AM sharp, my boots still soaked from the day before. Any later and it is unlikely that I would get work. I crossed Broadway and headed west until I came to the Labour Ready outlet. Here I joined the already thick crowd of day labourers seated at the plastic tables, waiting for the man behind the counter to call their name. I signed in, got my free cup of coffee, and hurried up to wait. Continue reading