Of all the strokes of luck! I’m conversing about how I was looking for a nice place to rent and this guy (who was going all the way to Victoria. sweet) is looking to sublet his apartment in Vancouver for $650 which is more than I was looking to spend but it’s got a pool, hot tub, great view, nice neighbourhood on beach street and is actually supposed to be $800 a month but the guy wants to use the mailbox and parking space. The apartment the next floor up is $1200 so it seems like a pretty sweet deal. He says how he’s moving onto his houseboat to live year round for cheaper. I got his number and I’m pretty sure I’ll take him up on his offer.
He seemed like a cool guy too. I told him the weed story from earlier and he whipped out his pipe and we smoked some up. Man did I get stoned. I must have walked around Victoria in spirals for 5 hours.
So that’s it. Now it’s seven years later and I’m still in Vancouver. I only lasted in that beach ave. apartment a couple months before I got kicked out for “having a party” which was actually just me listening to music, actually I was writing lyrics to songs by this band I joined and didn’t stick with. Anyway, the dude was pretty mad ’cause he wasn’t supposed to be subletting. I got fired from The Doghouse, the restaurant I first worked at in Van, for unclear reasons besides that I was the youngest. The manager said, usually he loves firing people but he hated to fire me. That’s around when I wrote Oh Well.
But yeah, that’s all 47. Although there is one more that’s relevant…..
Disappearing the Quick 