Ummmmmm, yeah. Words cant honestly describe what took place tonight. A fantastic evening on the balcony just living the dream harassing and creep staring the local neighborhood drinking some occasional beers loving life. Then it happened. Its one thing to sit there and watch alcoholics hit up the lucky seven liquor store or at best (like the other day) see them passed out face first into the sidewalk waiting for Mr. police officer to throw them in the drunk tank.
Today was another thing entirely. I’ve lived in Edmonton for a good 6 or so years in the same condo and over the years I’ve had the privilege of seeing all kinds of hilarity. Sure, some of you feminists and “worldly” folk probably have gripes with all this but in reality I could care less. If you like it, you like it, if you don’t, you don’t.
The fact is I’ve seen people passed out on the back hill pissing themselves, having sex, and to the lesser extent having a massive party. The massive party was hopping at least, just picture 5 shopping carts angle parked on my back hill with a 1990 ghetto blaster plugged into a parking stall blasting ACDC on the Bear FM…only to have the cops come along and ruin the party throwing all but one homeless into the paddy wagon making him fend for all 5 shopping carts. A true travesty to say the least.
I’ve been asked if I had change, which I have given out. I’ve been asked if I had smokes which I of course don’t have because I don’t smoke, and I’ve been asked if I have anything at all to which I replied “Well I have books: to which I was fortunately greeted with a “HA HA HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA, I don’t want you to be busted for plagiarism.” Bloody brilliant! Your teeth are sexy.
Sure I feel sorry for these people, they live on the streets, not being able to sleep in a bed and not being able to drink the finer lager like Lucky Seven, but the fact of the matter is in all likelihood I’ll probably be joining them in ten or so years. When I’m passed out on the back step with my shirt off sporting a big tattoo of my name across my chest you can laugh at me all you want, I give everyone the right to laugh, poke, and prod me all they want.
Tonight though, tonight was complete creepy hilarity. I feel sorry for any homeless or drunk in my eye sight because chances are I will have you dupped into being on camera and on hotstickybun. I spent the better part of the day taking photos of a guy passed out on the back hill (for 8 hours) until the gold medal came rolling in. Apparently it’s no big deal if you are homeless and change your pants in broad daylight around the corner of a building….
“CREEP”
Yeah I know.
But just watch the video on hotstickybun.com if you’re into the softest of soft core porn and don’t take offense to much.
Walks
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