Somebody asked for a travel story:
Myself and two others drove to Vancouver from Calgary in one sitting once. It took 12 and a half hours. It was 3 in the morning when we got there. We didn’t have a place to stay, so my friend suggested we look for a bar her cousin owned. It happened to be in the seediest part of the city–Hastings & Main. Before we got there we witnessed some of the area’s residents taking heroin, fighting with police, shaking on the ground and pushing around a shopping cart full of fluorescent light tubes. The bar had been closed down by safety inspectors for a long time before we got there.
We stayed in the TV room of a hostle down the block for $3 a piece. It smelled like urine. We layed on the floor and drank a bottle of red wine. We left three hours later to catch the ferry that goes to the island.