With Gusto

Take Your Pick

Q. Was in Vancouver. Avocado sushi combo and a triple espresso for dinner. A trip to the consulate. Greasy eggs and fried potatoes in a Eastern-European diner with joyous (a highlight). Treats purchased from w4termelon. Weird television and Heineken in cans with friends.
Ferry ride over today would've been great had it not been for the constant advertisements about living it up on one of British Columbia's most unique experiences. The Pacific Buffet! The Snack Bar! The Video Arcade! The Gift Shop! Don't Stay In Your Retarded Car, Come On Upstairs! It was sunny with a slight breeze, and people's moods were up. Seagulls were around, lots of islands coated in trees. Besides all that, I was agitated by fat fuckers who wore "Property of Texas" t-shirts. Huge families expected the microcosm to accomodate their USD. you have a taste for shit.
Of course wherever I sat it was next to a speaker that would suddenly interrupt my listening in on southern drawl nagging the mountains. More advertisements. Some educating stateswielding propaganda machine woman preached to the masses about the successes of salmon farming, which is a horrible abnormal practise littered with errors. Sunny. Too many kids and tourists. The herd was very stupid. Read "Astonshing Stories" and listened to my own music, just like Yanni. Oh yeah, it was very hot, but who the fuck complained?

A. Computer Nerds.