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