August 20, 2011

we're sitting in The Fyxx and I am drinking an Italian soda that tastes like a creamsicle because they're out of club soda, so it has orange San Pelegrino in it instead, and it's vanilla, so, creamsicle.

maybe we're getting old and uncool because we don't have party plans for tonight but there's free wifi and we're sharing the best brownie ever and 90's hip hop is on and I'm happy.

the first time I came to The Fyxx was when I was 17 and it's embarrassing to tell you how sheltered and horrible I was. I was wish my friend Rae-Annon who looking back was much, much cooler than I am and I had an espresso for the first time and it was suck a shock to my system it's like I was drunk

after dinner and espresso and Italian soda we sat on the stoop of a store across the street and I remember being scared of everything

news flash: Tyrone says "know what'd be sweet? Getting a back tattoo that's a tattoo of someone giving you a back tattoo, which is a tattoo of someone giving you a back tattoo, and it just continues on like that" so now I am googling 'recursion' and this is what it came up with:


I was going to go back to being 17 and scared of everything and stories about that, but we just saw a drug deal go down for reals.

the dude in a silver car with BC plates rolled up outside the fyxx and this sketchy lady who's been sitting with two other sketchy dudes on a bench across the street went over to the car just like she knew who they were. they talked, the window went down. she walked away and stashed something in her pocket.

not that it's my business, but that's some pretty sloppy drug-dealing if you ask me. this isn't exactly a bad part of town and there are people walking around.

oh, now she's doling it out to her friends. what could it be?

my guess is meth.

now there's one guy left eating poutine by himself, his friends are gone off to do their drugs I guess but he's still sitting there with his drugs on him, eating his poutine from Smokes's Poutinerie.

guy has his priorities in order.