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No wonder the americans keep mocking our military.
PS I'm hurt you didn't look me up when you were in Vancouver!
Well, you would have found me at the Amsterdam Cafe. I stayed in a condo near GM Place. Ventured out to East Hastings late one night and had an interesting experience with a man selling hypodermic needles. He was pointing at junkies and barking a one word command: "Come!" Most ignored him. I heard something said in my general direction, looked back, and saw he was speaking to me. I just walked faster. He did, too. I started jogging. He did, too. I started to panic over the prospect of being stabbed by this weirdo. I went into full sprint and lost him.
That is one fucked up, crazy place to visit. Tons of human misery on every corner. It took all my willpower to turn down the heroin users with slits for eyes who asked me if I wanted company. "No, thanks. I have one. Brandon Iron Productions."
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