just some stuff

This is Sebastion...yes, after the crab in the Little Mermaid. He has been with me since I lived in Texas. He, like thousands of his brothers and sisters(I have always ASSUMED he is a boy), was sold in one of the beach shops there. At the end of someone's vacation, they "abandoned" him in his stupid plastic cage at the coffee shop I worked at. These guys are not native to the Gulf of Mexico, but flown in from the Caribbean. You can't just let them go, so I took him in...and seven years later, he is still with us, our own little pirate of the Caribbean, after travelling the U.S. in the VW with us, crossing international borders...he's cute, eh?
This old heap is at one of our dog walking spots...looks like the old Partridge Family bus. Maybe it just broke down and they wandered away into the brush...not likely!
A heron...my favorite bird.
Hmm, neighbourhood haps before we go...
1) the other day, my neighbour, Michael and I watched a TREMENDOUSLY BLATANT drug deal on the road in front of our house. We saw an RCMP car drive by, slow down, even stop and watch for a moment. Then guess what it did...go on, guess. It drove away. It was so very, very, very blatant!!! Damn it all. They just drove away.
2) I guess that Vancouver and Victoria are sending their homeless somewhere...here. And the papers here, the council here, the Salvation Army, everyone here, just refers to them all as "homeless." Hell, if there was someone around these parts who is simply homeless, I don't see them. There is so much more to this story. I see crack addicts, thieves, pushers, pimps and whores. We are watching deals, crack deals, sex deals, all deals, out here in front of our homes. It had been pretty quiet up here for quite a few months. Now the City wants to sanatize downtown...and look at what's happening here... and the police patrols are less and less.
3)The slum lord, er, I mean landlord, across the street came was over there at midnight last night. He was kicking some floppers out of the basement suite. While he was doing that, a flopper/pusher/pimp and his girlfriend/addict/whore quietly left the upstairs suite...the landlord didn't even see it. We have three properties across the street, half of the block, right now that are housing pushers, pimps, whores, and are flophouses. What the fuck? Where are the police right now? Sanatizing downtown.
Alrighty then, there may be more...I am on my second Faxe(strong danish beer) and I know I am not really writing very well...so I will wind it up for tonight. I will try to make time to say goodbye tomorrow...but just in case, I will miss you all while I am gone, even though I plan on having a good time!