2004-07-17 - 10:23 a.m.
On my way home Thursday, as I headed down my street I saw a car, an old Grand Prix or Monte Carlo, parked rather carelessly under the Hastings Street overpass. It looked pretty beat up: dusty, dented panels, old paint. I thought it was just another abandoned vehicle: the hood was open and the driver's side door was open. But it had plates on it. No, not abandoned. Stolen? Inside was at least one person, who's head popped up as I walked by. They looked around nervously and went back to doing whatever they were doing. It was either drugs or sex, maybe both.
Just another day in my neighbourhood.
