i just got back from work and i’m very, very exhausted. last night, i stayed up reading a new book called the unloved by john saul. ooh, it’s chilling.

robbo and i wanted to do something different last night so we drove around eastside vancouver and noted the different people walking down the dark streets and back alleys. i never really understood the poverty behind east vancouver. not only did i see drug addicts sitting on the street curbs, but i also saw homeless people rummaging through dumpsters. and several blocks down from this slum is downtown vancouver which is the ritziest district known to all westerners; robbo says it’s one of the most expensive places to live, even as expensive as japan. literally, i saw a hobo on one corner and some armani-suit on the next. it’s such a strange oxymoron.

i find it equally strange that some people think it’s amusing to go “slumming,” where one goes to the dirtiest, most criminally active parts of vancouver just to hang out there dressed in rags when they most likely belong to richest families here, from shawnessy or west van. strange oxymorons, people. just plain strange.