Days Away

Good morning. I’m going to blog a bit now while I have a chance. There’s a good pile of boxes to my right. The shelf is empty and the closets are following close behind. Of course some of those boxes I didn’t have to pack because they were already waiting there like they’ve been the last 2 years or more. I don’t quite know what the feeling is to witness these piles of hundreds of 8x10s most of which not even grant me pride. Nonetheless, when I reach my new home I plan to pull them out and get them on to the walls for once. Perhaps I will see many of them in a new light.

But for now, more fancy colours.

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I found this roll from 2007 somewhere inside a tube. It had never been cut. So I’m rewinding a bit to once again revisit moments that occurred when I first moved to Main street a couple days before I move again.

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This circumstance will be familiar to some.

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My buddy Maarten was in town to work with us for the summer. I was happy to see him again and still wish I made more time to spend together.

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This is a series of JJ attempting to play Forza Motorsports.

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He’s not getting much positive encouragement though.

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Because somebody wants some candy, and somebody wants it really bad.

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Desperate times…

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Sometimes there’s nothing left to do but to move in for the kiss.

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I got a kiss that night too but I did make $5 for it.

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These things happen on the bus late at night.

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Never met them before or again.

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We’re waiting for the b-line.

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That dinner felt like a parody.

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All of this has happened before and all of this will happen again.

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We’re getting some air outside. It is the second last Fake Jazz Wednesday at the Cobalt.

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This week and the next, people were taking tiles or any piece that would remove as souvenirs before the end of The Cobalt. I just took some photographs.

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In the ladies room the art was more ambitious.

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Hello.

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That was a random angry human yelling at me like many others have done. Their finger is sore and yes that’s a cigarette.

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Hello.

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Hello.

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Man, I really wanted that shirt. I had trouble taking no for an answer. I’m sorry I was so persistent.

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I really don’t remember much of that night but I did leave my phone on a bench near where we’re standing right there. There was a nice guy delivering papers early in the morning who found it and when I realized I’d lost it I got in contact with him and he drove up to me at the 7-11 payphone within 2 minutes. He leaned across and handed me my phone through the passenger window of his Honda Civic. His car smelled like a cigar and he had a nice moustache. He told me his karma must be doing good this week because he just found a wallet full of money the day before that he was able to return. I told him I didn’t know how to thank him but I gave him $20 which was all I had on me. He smiled and decided he’d take his wife out for breakfast. That would make me very happy I said. Later when I was looking at my call history I noticed he tried to call ‘Mom’ at 6am thinking that was a good person for him to call! Sorry, Mom! Haha.

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Our Town = Our town.

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Sitting by the window with coffee and a book.

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So for Craig’s surprise birthday party the theme was being old. Everyone dressed up like we were triple our age. Well most of us did.

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Naturally I brought the horse for some reason.

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I wanted a photograph of her for years before this moment arrived.

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Newlyweds Jon and Randie gave me a couch to sleep on that night after I had trouble getting home. In the morning Jon made me coffee and toast and we played video games. All the good ones are taken!!!!!

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Fraction of a second too late.

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Maybe that’s what the end of times will look like.

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And then I discovered the Vancouver Ukelele Circle which gathers every month at Our Town Cafe.

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They are led by this man.

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He seems to take his role very seriously.

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That night there happened to be a film crew from Japan visiting.

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He’s no relation to the crew but seemed very interested to tag along either way. Just like me.

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I thought their camera guy ruled actually.

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A week later I was at the Cobalt again for the final Fake Jazz Wednesday and the final show ever at the Cobalt. Yeah that’s a paint brush.

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I actually loved their set but didn’t learn their name.

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Next was Anha.

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Goodbye Cobalt. I hardly knew you.

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This entry really was about the end of things and the passing of time. Good bye East 14th Avenue. I already know that it will be difficult to remember you fondly and that’s an injustice because you were the best place I’ve ever lived.

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3 Comments

  1. Amazing=) I absolutely adore the photo of Allison in Our Town. <3

  2. i’m happy i got to meet your town and best place to live.

  3. i wish you had the chance to see the girl’s washroom when the middle stall had a blue plastic tarp for a “door”

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