Posts Tagged ‘luck’

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…..

I almost forgot! ¬†Limping down Alberta St. “downtown;-)” Regina, carrying all¬†my stuff, a girl named Ivy gave me a ride saying, “I’ll give you a ride if you promise not to hurt me or anything.” I thanked her profusely, having kinda been staring around helplessly hoping someone would help me out.

I had gotten off the bus at nowhere and started backtracking. ¬†My foot’s been killing¬†me and I’m walking with a pretty noticeable limp. ¬†It’s been a long couple of past days… ¬†Sweet pity’s carrying me across Canada when I’m too tired to walk.

She drove me to the Regina hostel while I regaled her with my story. ¬†Even though I’m shuffling around in pain I can tell this is a beautiful town. ¬†It’s all city like but sometimes it’s dead silent.

Dumb luck is the purest form of luck.  Getting good at life has something to do with paying attention to the rhythms your given.  The key is predicting where the rhythm will modify.

Very hard to define, but easy to recognize….