ding dong the drunk is dead...

or at least he's gone. and he wasn't a queen at all. ok. so the reference makes no sense at all. fuck it. larry, the drunk or granville island woodworks and granville island in general, is gone. he has left his perch on granville island to go stink it up somewhere else. where? no one knows, and no one cares. as far as people go, he was a waste of one. a terrible human who took advantage of those who needed a break instead. fuck him. karma's gonna be a bitch for him if it isn't already. with any luck at all...actually, i can't even say it out loud. in my heart i know what fate i'd love to see come his way but i'll keep it to myself.
today his space behind mishi and the garbs shop is vacant-like larry's heart and it looks good without him there. refreshing. i took a few photos to mark the occassion.
more hockey was played today as well. we lost, again, but a better game was played by all, i think. i pulled something. it hurts now. hopefully it won't later on. also today i got up and did some of the things i had been meaning to do for a while-washed the elephant, got my skates sharpened, bought a pound of coffee, saw the garbs and the new silver glitter bag, bagel at solly's and some goodies from caper's-all before hockey. nice.
my back's sore and i need some dinner. we'll talk later.

g. xo