And I stand by it to this day!
Terminal City is a home for my observations from and about the Downtown EastSide of Vancouver. It is not affiliated with that zine [now deceased] or the snobby club downtown.All rights reserved, in fact, all rights revert to me including the right to own property. I’d like some, please. You can email it if you have a broadband connection, right?
You are welcome to read and to forward from the blog as long as you properly list me as the source. Forwarding or appropriating content from this blog without properly crediting the source indicates your acceptance of the fact that I will remove both your right AND left legs, slowly.
Have a happy!
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Ah I love a challenge. I think I’ll steal this and post it on my blog now. Don’t worry–I’ll add a citation in invisible ink :-{D >
You go ahead and do that. I guess you won’t be needing those legs; I, on the other hand, haven’t got any meat in the freezer right now.
Is that some sort of twisted metaphor?
I do not want to know the answer to that question.
What a beautiful picture of Carrall Street there…I had no idea there were mountain views like that in Vancouver. That’s just stunning. It reminds me a lot of Boone, North Carolina, except that the mountains are of course much larger on this side of the continent.
I live only a few blocks from where that pic was taken, and walk by it literally every day I don’t act like a shut-in, but I’ve rarely seen it looking so beautiful. This is, in fact, one of the scariest areas in Vancouver, but the city has decided to turn it around; maybe they saw this pic! They’re putting in a greenway that will connect the Downtown EastSide with Yaletown.
Imagine connecting the Upper West Side with Hell’s Kitchen. At one point in the 90’s the average life expectancy in my postal code was 32 years, because the heroin overdoses and disease were so rampant. Yaletown is very different; everyone there is rich, polite, and beautiful. I worked there for two years and in all that time there was only one person who was rude to us: we called him Serial Killer, to differentiate him from everyone else.
In fairness to my ‘hood, most people here look scarier than they actually are. They’re junkies and meth heads and crack whores and alcoholics and they really don’t mean anyone any harm most of the time, but God knows, they’re not pretty. I’ve had some extraordinary kindnesses from people who you wouldn’t want to meet in an alley.
The Shebeen Club, my literati group (on the sidebar) meets on Carrall Street, about a block closer to the mountains than you can easily make out on this pic. The owners of the private bar where we meet used to live in the large, green building on the right with the fancy crown. It’s a very small town, the Downtown East Side.
Thanks! Lots to see here if you find your real life is too boring!
On the DTES LIFE IS NEVER BORING!