March 31st, 2010.

I take the Burrard bridge from the big city part of this city. It's beautiful, the sun bleaches out the blue sky and flecks off the ocean.
Coming over the bend and up to an lcd billboard, something that signifies progress in our society, right?
The back-lit waste of energy reads: Hire Skilled Aboriginal People. I hope other people see the problems with that.

Later.
We sit in my multicoloured room of an apartment, cooking and throwing cocktails together between honey porters and smoke.
We reminisce of great one night stands, after happenings and she wins.
The Canoe of Shame.
The after-it-all canoe back to her camp in disheveled clothing and sexed-up-hair past gossip hungry onlookers.