Eagles, Addiction and a Spider-Light Sky
“Is he doing to be ok?” I ask “Yes, he will be just fine,” responds a mousy little man with an
“Is he doing to be ok?” I ask “Yes, he will be just fine,” responds a mousy little man with an
The fly landed on his eyeball, but he hadn’t the strength to blink. His eyes were locked on mine, pleading. For him, the
Yesterday I saw a pretty girl. But her face had been smashed. Dried blood caked her swollen lips and encrusted itself on her
Harry Anslinger was a racist S.O.B. who was traumatized by a heroin addict next door when he was a kid. He hated drugs and non-white
Methadone Prison A tenant asks me to break a hundred-dollar bill for him. “Where did you get that?” I wonder out loud. He’s a
Eight deaths since Christmas. The last one overdosed on meth. We discovered him during a routine safety check, but he’d been dead for three days
On my walk to work, I find myself lost in my Audiobook; Napoleon continues to pursue the retreating Russians, he wants a decisive victory to
I see her moments before her death; she’s sitting contentedly in the nook of her building across the street. Back against the wall, knees bent
It’s the same every day. I pick my way through the rough part of town. I arrive at work, greet the morning shift, read the
Never have I appreciated Vancouver rains more. Without them, the DTES quickly takes on the stench of an outhouse. With at least 4,000 homeless and