Game Over

So i wake from a good nights sleep only to be puzzled about the dream i just dreamt before waking. i was playing a racing game on the playstation 3 with my cousin and a close friend. the game was really intense and so i was very focused on trying to get ahead. the game was rather difficult because there was on road and off road sections to the circuits and there were many laps per race making it really hard to stay on top throughout the entire race. 

the last race we decide to play was by far the most intense; ripping around this closed circuit with ridiculously fast cars. towards the end of the race i begin to get a hold of the layout of the track to some extent but i was soon to be fooled. as i come out of a sharp turn the road in front of me without notice becomes a sharp hill and off i go tumbling down. when i get to the bottom i get trampled by a large herd of giraffes !?! 

the game than displayed a message that went something like this:

'YOU WERE TRAMPLED BY GIRAFFES.. GAME OVER.'

Breaking Back In

It's been a long time since I or anyone else has updated this blog. I'm not even sure if I have anything to say at the moment, except to say that I will be writing more consistently because I once again have access to a computer again.

Hooray for working computers!

Standardization

Within the busy streets of Vancouver's downtown core Granville st. is often the last to go to sleep. On weekends the street is swarming with club goers, cops and the regular spread of fiends on the streets looking for their next fix. Paramedics and police often park off of Granville due to the high volume of people that come in and out of the many clubs the street holds.

This past week a close friend was promoting an event at one of the more popular clubs on Granville and so I decided to make an appearance and show my support. The theme of the evening was heaven and hell and so guests were asked to where either all white to represent heaven or all red to show their dark side. The crowd vibes were really off that night maybe because the promoters wanted the good and the bad to mingle and it just wasn't happening so I decided to leave the club in hopes of finishing off my night better than it started.

Walking out of the club a friend and I turned off of Granville and head toward the water. We stumbled upon someone on the ground clutching their gut in pain. The individual wasn't a fiend and looked more like a typical Vancouverite out on the town with his nice jeans, fancy shoes and his flashy pink dress shirt. Not even 10 feet away was an ambulance parked with a paramedic inside completely unfazed. Disgusted at the paramedics lack of concern I decide to get closer to the ambulance for a closer look at what might possibly be more important than saving someone from obvious pain.

It couldn't be anything else; the paramedic was on his laptop checking his facebook account online. Maybe he had parked there because he knew he could pick up on a signal in that location or maybe he was lucky but he had to have been on it for a while because the guy on the ground you could tell had been there for some time as well. No helping anyone unless they receive a call for help.

Can't just ask for it anymore; you have to go through the proper channels or else you're out of luck.