March 11th, 2010.

It's raining, it's pouring. Some guy walks ahead of us, his black dress pants pop an envelope out of his back pocket with every step. Up and down, up and down, a little triangle. We laugh in our dresses, the weather can't stop red. He's aware of us, almost walks into a stream, a waterfall actually, of Granville bridge water. We laugh harder, he's a magical comedian character out of a great dark graphic novel. Comic relief.