When I first moved to Vancouver and got a job in a mental health residence, I held this dream of moving into one of the hotels down here. I saw it as an opportunity to (a) save some money, (b) live a simple, introspective life and (c) get the hell away from that bitch of a girlfriend. Really, it was (c) that kept the idea in my mind for so many months.
Even now I find the hotels romantic, despite the bugs, drugs and thugs. There is an appeal to downsizing to one tiny room. Of course, I've kind of gone in the opposite direction life-wise, but I have no regrets.
Now that the landlord has turned the upstairs into a mini SRO, maybe I can add its photos to this collection.
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Douglas Coupland's 'City of Glass' has a couple of stories of when he was living a similar life- maybe even the same hotel. But what about G-Fresh? I guess he was out with us in Montreal, losing the fur from his neck.
G Fresh would have appreciated the confines of a crack shack.
Tonight Bruce Alexander is speaking. Plans?
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