2003-11-30 - 2:51 a.m.

I'm Sorta Like Ted Bundy But Different.

As a sort of "Post Script to the entry that follows, yet actually precedes this entry":

I really like talkin' to strippers and hookers because they can tell a freak a league away. When girls like that feel comfortable enough to let their guards down for a sec, then I find that real fucking cool.

Honestly, thought...was Ted Bundy any different? Except for the "I don't kill chicks I eat baby-meat" thing?

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2003-11-30 - 2:27 a.m.

I Love Randomness.

When I was in University me and my friends used to play Dungeons & Dragons every Sunday. Yeah, we were geeks, but we didn�t fucking care. It was fun and y�know what? For the first time in my life people didn�t care. When I noticed that, was when the Shade was first drawn.

And from the fucking get go, I DIGRESS.

Every �campaign� or �story� that we played began exactly the same way. �So you�re in a bar�� It became to be a lifetime running joke because most of our stories as friends started the same way.

All being said, that�s the best segue to tonight as I could muster tonight.

Left alone to wander the streets I find myself in North America�s Worst Neighbourhood. I�m not just saying that. Worst crime rate around, even worse than Miami (which actually, is the only NA city to outscore Vancouver in crime). And I�m strolling around at midnight, just KNOWING I�m going to turn into a pumpkin.

But I don�t. And I hightail it out of there in the direction of home, but along the way notice I�m out of smokes. Now, shit closes down TIGHT in my neighbourhood so I went into The Cobalt Motel and Exotic Dancing to reload and drink some pissy fucking beer while looking at boobies.

So I down a one, and am just finishing the second when a totally normal looking Mama comes up and says, �Hi! I�ve never seen you around here before.�

I say �normal� like an award because did you see the name of the place and read what neighbourhood it�s in? This girl was in her early 20�s, short blonde hair (what is it with the Left Coast and blondes?), really cute in that Lisa Loeb kinda way, which she obviously emphasized with her Nana Maskouri glasses.

�Just wandering. Needed smokes and this seemed like an OK place to get them.� Nod at the runway.

�Anyone sitting there?�

Turns out she�s one of the dancers, goin� to University. Pays the bills, plus. Nice girl. We left the joint a couple of my smokes later I get my ass in gear before I wanna fuck a stripper. I get her in a cab and I split.

That was fun. I liked that. But there�s more�

�walking home, not far from where I was approached for illicit sex not a night before, is a bus stop that has a light burned out and I see a tall blonde (again with the blondes�) staring into a closed Starbucks, obviously avoiding the creepy homeless guy staring at her.

So I approach her, �Hey. S�not open fer a couple or six hours.� She looks kinda �what the fuck do I do�ish, �S�okay. I�m just gonna get this weirdo moving then sit over their until yer bus comes. It�ll just make me feel better.�

And I walk towards the creep and he splits quickly. I go over to the bench in front of her and off to the right and sit. A half a moment later she sits at the other end, �Sorry, I was rude.�

�No, you were wary. But I�m not gonna be any trouble.�

And I made another 20 Minute Friend.

I just love putting my shit out there and meeting strangers. It�s like fucking heroin to me.

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