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[x] Hastings Sunrise
[x] Commercial Drive
[x] Gastown
[ ] Downtown
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[ ] Strathcona
[ ] Lower Main Street
[ ] Upper Main Street
[ ] Granville Island
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Are you my gay boyfriend? Are you a recovering alcoholic? Keeping it together? Do you like Logan’s Run? I thought it was okay. Are you pretending to be healthy? (To keep the cowokers you let get too close off your back.) Do you like gym socks with red and blue bands at the top? We could ride our bikes around at night and notice city lights you may not have seen before. Don’t fall. There’s a lot we haven’t seen together. Do you ever wonder if when you are famous you’ll feel empty and listless instead of that feeling we’re both looking for. Like walking home in the winter slush still high and your head just won’t stop.
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But, then, it doesn’t stop most of the time, right? Let’s kick our prescription drugs and fix the holes in our chests where the love we’ll have for each other is supposed to be – we can start a band or a riot or have a small family. We could try hang gliding, I’ll try to keep it cool and not let on that I’m scared of heights because I can already feel my body falling. Sometimes I wish I could smoke in the bathtub, but my landlord would get weird about it and I’m a nice guy in general. You better be fucking hot, with dark hair and blue eyes.
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And when we stare into each other’s eyes it will be like watching the penninsula slide into the Pacific while all the wild animals come, panicked, from parts of the suburbs and it will be big on the Richter scale, streets caving into themselves, buildings falling onto each other, the sound of sirens, water mains spewing out into a world that is falling apart around us. Or, that feeling of the end of summer and the smell of cut grass, in my room listening to New Order, absentmindedly biting the inside of my cheek until it hurts and writing your name over and over until it I can’t tell our names apart.
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