I ran away from home, and arrived in Vancouver. I’ve been staying on Hastings Street, mostly, being both homeless and unemployed.
I’ve been finding life to be difficult, but no more so then in Salmon Arm. It’s about the same, really, but just more compressed.
I’ve been witness to so much, here. I’ve observed people at the lowest point anyone can reach, and I’ve seen people commit minor miracles with the most meagre of resources.
