Cycling down the Comox Greenway over the long weekend, and saw a group of guys seated around a small table on the corner bulge at Bute, obviously enjoying themselves.
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That’s all, really: just enjoying life as it passed by (and some cool vintage). They’re typical West Enders: recently arrived (from North Van, from Calgary), loving the lifestyle (and the girls), making the friendships that will last a lifetime.
How many Vancouverites do you know who, on arrival, found a place in the West End – and though only here a few years, remember it as one of the best times of their lives? Maybe it’s why I never left.
Quick! Call VPD on these drunks! No fun city must be maintained at all costs! Where are their helmets!? Won’t somebody think of the children!? What an outrage! This isn’t Europe you know! Go back to where you came from you filthy YES-voter, you! How dare you enjoy public space! Get yourself a yard! etc. etc. froth fume spittle
Careful Neil21, you’ll short out your keyboard.