6 thoughts on “How we roll”

1. In my neighborhood, it’s more like, “Sir, could you step out of the car? You hit a wino a few blocks back, and–oh, never mind, just be more careful next time.”

2. You live around here?

   Seriously, seagulls have more traffic sense than the junkies around here. It’s a wonder they reach the ages they do. Actually, I saw one die because he decided to dash across a bridge onramp rather than wait for the light. How in god’s name you get messed up enough to make a decision like that I do not know. They just launch themselves across the lanes and you’d better stomp that brake hard.

3. That’s horrible! Not just that he died, but that you saw it.
   It’s so bad here. I spend an inordinant amount of time worrying about the crackheads and the hookers, especially when it’s cold.

   Some customs have no borders.

4. At least you know the meth heads will have enough energy to get to a shelter, or break into a warehouse or something. And it’ll be spotless the next morning.

5. In the late ’60s the big thing in Vancouver was heroin. Seemed like every day you’d read about another overdose, a body found in the gutter, the inconsistent quality leading to miscalculations and death. The problem somehow went away as those most likely to take the stuff either died, went clean or on methadone, or simply moved on in life. Now another generation and another deadly drug has taken its place, but it’s pretty awful when you read about meth that you actually long for the good ol’ days of plain ol’ smack.

6. The more things change, the more they stay the same.

   In Vancouver in 1996, there was a heroin-related fatality every 48 hours, all year long.

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