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BOOK SIGNING - CHAPTERS GRANDVIEW CORNERS
Vancouver’s summers rock. Long walks are almost a must in this immensely walkable city. Take that Los Angeles.
Yeah, take that.
Other than the damp cold of winter--
Lindsay, stay on topic, we’re in the middle of summer.
Back to walking, the only things that send me into a tizzy are the following:
These are the people on my long walks, on my long walks, on my long walks; these are the people in my neigbourhood, in my neighbourhood.
Yeah, take that.
Other than the damp cold of winter--
Lindsay, stay on topic, we’re in the middle of summer.
Back to walking, the only things that send me into a tizzy are the following:
- Cyclists on the sidewalk.
- Aggressive panhandlers (a rarity).
- Skateboarders, mostly because it is my dream to become a tatted-up boarder, tearing my skin from bone in my attempts to NGAF and become woke, no wait, lit, crap, I mean, frap—I fucking hate--
- Clipboard people.
These are the people on my long walks, on my long walks, on my long walks; these are the people in my neigbourhood, in my neighbourhood.
“Hey, I’m wearing a blue shirt. Your shirt is blue. The sky is blue.” Clippie spins in a circle three times. “Your shirt is buttoned-up like mine, we’re kindred, we should talk?”
Hmm, should I make Clippie number 28? I confess to nothing.
Hmm, should I make Clippie number 28? I confess to nothing.
to be continued
