I’m too big for a big city; nobody wants me there.

I went to Vancouver for the week, or the better part of one.

This is not something I historically have had on my agenda, but Magic needed to be played, and friends needed my physical presence (they thrive on it)

I took public transit. I feel public transit is an important thing to take every so often.

There’s nothing to connect you with the people like a few days on a bus. Well, the poor people anyway.

Interesting note: Vancouver is composed of 90% elderly men of Asian descent; the remaining 10% is made of semi-shitty, hand-warted teens clutching Apple products.

Every time I make it to my destination, in Vancouver, via bus/sky train it seems like a mini-miracle.

Part of me is certain every bus I get on will take me to Salmon Arm, and I never – ever want to go to Salmon Arm. That’s some shit you need to know about me.

I mean… salmons don’t eve- alright, alright, I can’t get into that now.

In the summer, I had a pretty good gym schedule going, like 3-4 times a week for awhile there. Then a cold happened, and my refusal to be the mouth-breathing cough-dude, kept me out of the gym for all of Oct.

For my superior social etiquette, I’ve earned myself about 5 pounds of nasty and a severely diminished cardiovascular capacity.

We knew nice guys finished last, but apparently they also finish fat and wheezing.

It wouldn’t have been as bad, but it came to a crescendo this week; I crammed far too many mouth foods on my mini-vacay. So I blame Vancouver for my slip in dietary propriety.

I blame Vancouver for a lot of things.

PS: Saying “Vacay” out loud makes you a lousy guy.

Anyway, I’ve made it back to Victoria without doing any needle drugs, so that, to me, rings of a successful trip.