On a fold-out bed located in Port Coquitlam I spent my last hours in B.C. Those were terrible hours, let me tell you. but i wont. So, with hardly any sleep Jim comes down the stairs and I realize its 4:30 am, soon after Jeff shows up seemingly awake and full of energy, which I was not. A slice of meager ... is that the right word?? of meager toast, slimly peanut butter, and wonderful jam was had . Sooner than I had time to even think about anything Jim was driving, possibly in the rain, but my memory is fuzzed, to music which was Jeffs, and was quite tolerable, but i would never download it, and off we went towards the airport, no words were shared, the entire time I was convinced I had forgotten everything i needed, and when we got there they would be really disappointed at how much work would have to be done to acquire what be needed. We did make it however, and the flight was awful yet exciting at the same time. I remember falling asleep while on the plane and having a dream part day dream of this young girl who was supposedly to be on the flight we were on but supposedly had missed it, and indeed she was not on the plane but was kidnapped by corrupt Vancouver Airport officials who heard of her traveling on her own, and no one would know. I almost wish I never thought these thoughts, but they were very prevailing at the time...
finding the bus which was to take us to downtown Toronto wasn't hard at all. It came quickly, and wasn't the least bit crowded. The next half-hour was spent looking at maps, pretending to understand locations, and talking to a black man, this distinction is for detail purposes only, and soon we were at the Subway. In my mind, my faulty memory, this subway building is seen as a huge large glass building, with many tired, old, mostly black people sitting splattered about on the various benched in and out of this huge larger building. The subway it self ran on both sides and were segregated trains operated by humanoids in uniform. In the sections between the trains were doors that could be opened and were not locked, which enabled one to jump between the trains, this of course is illegal and should only be done in emergency... Finally we reached our cross over point to the other subway system, but we failed and took an land-train type thing instead which took us to where we wanted to go anyways. On a mission for food and a hostel I opened my black book and found a restaurant in it named Burrito Boyz, there we went and had steak burritos, steak from beef which was raised in horrible, slave like for animal conditions. That place had amazing burritos. I recommend it. After the mastication and consumption process, we left. Out side, Jeff said "hello!" I had no idea. Hey! she said, the girl Jeff said Hi to is Alison, we were planning on meeting up with her eventually but had no idea if she was even in the city, and it was insane that we met up with her, and now have a free stay. anyways. after we met them, them being her friend also named Alison, we went to where she sometimes stays and bought beer and relaxed, at this point I was exhausted. The place where she sometimes stays has a name and is called the Mud House, occupied by transgender vegans with no jobs. No, thats a lie, but is also the truth. They are very cool people there, and, well, ya. not everyone is vegan, or transgender, or jobless, but as a general means, this is a good one. later, We ended up going to sneak into an abandoned/under construction church and climbing sturdy ladders to the very top of the bell tower and roof. Inside the bell tower was most interesting. On all four sides was eyes, and there was a shadow from some unknown light source which created very obvious masonic symbols around these eyes, the all seeing eye. Very ominous. kind of. maybe, who knows anything about the free masons anyways. Thats it for now. Its the 3rd day really, but im tired, I will write more later. The second day wasn't as interesting anyways, we just watched a movie, garden state, and had chili.
~David
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