March 22nd, 2010.

I zip down to school in 5 minutes, a banana in my right hand.
I'm early, wrong date.
Outside of photo they're sealing the roof of our dream photo tiki lounge. Middle aged tiki women for William, tiki men for the ladies and tiki party for everyone.
In reality, it's going to be an Aboriginal only access learning center instead of Emily Carr's most epic smoke spot.

The boy in khaki sloshes red sealant everywhere.

William and Patrick are fabricating 16 x 20 easels for the Foundation kids. I join in.
"It's not much once you have it scored, it's easy, you just follow the groove," Bill says.
Just follow the groove, grooooovy.
Patrick slips and slices his finger, wanders out for a band-aid as I collect the remnants, a small piece of curled skin sitting on the white mat board.
Grooooooovy.