Mers humaines d'où monte avec des bruits de houles
L'innombrable rumeur du grand roulis des foules!
Alphonse de LAMARTINE


Day 35

am (Super Hot!)

pm (Super Hot!)

Rides = nil
Arrival = Vancouver
KM travelled = nil
$ spent = $2.00 (?)
Time passed on the road = nil
km walked = 3 +


One of my vouchers.

I have slept at the Catholic Charities , an emergency shelter for transient and destitute men. As I was leaving the building in the morning, a man was giving out little pieces of paper which looked like play money. They were food vouchers. He gave everybody 3 bills worth $6.25. I was happy.

I made my way to the Ministry of Human Resources. It was 8:30 in the morning and the line-up was already huge. There must have been at the very least 200 people. Some looked in pretty bad shape. I took my place in the queue behind a large man with a silhouette like a fridge. It took 10 seconds for the next person to the make the line behind me, and then more came right after. We were all tightly packed, squashed, waiting for the doors to open at 9 am. The woman behind me was drunk and started to fondle my ass and my sex as soon as she arrived. I kept telling her to stop which prompted her to slither her tongue in and out of her mouth. After a while she added some sound effects and hip movements. As I was unable to have her stop, I started to make my way a little more downstream through this can of sardines. There I met an older Acadian man from Moncton. We spoke in French. He said that he had been looking for gold in the northern part of the province. He spoke with passion of nuggets, Gold Standard and motherlodes. As he was saying something about the rarity of gold these days, the doors opened and the concept of a line-up crumbled all at once. We rushed for the doors like football players or street fighters. The long line-up was now a huge mêlée. The drunks were being carried on the shoulders of the those sober. You could hear scraps of conversations here and there, complaints and cursing. Just as I was entering the building, I saw the drunk woman who was behind me earlier. She was mad as hell and damning the system.

Once inside, everything mellowed out. It was as if the crowd realized that there was going to be enough bread for everybody. We all became civilized again. The clerk assigned to my case told me that I would get my one way ticket and the $65. for food. I should come back on Thursday to claim my due.

Near the Ministry I saw this strange kiosk with banners promoting the use of nuclear power to generate electricity. It was staffed by three well dressed young people. I approached the booth and questioned them about the safety of nuclear power. They believed in fission and nothing else. For them it was the only way that the world would survive the energy crisis that had hit a few years ago. Anyway I got extremely mad at them and their way of thinking. I went into an alley and found a piece of cardboard on which I wrote: NUCLEAR POWER = BAD POWER!!! I set up beside them. A lot of people stopped and asked me what I was doing. I could see by the faces of my competitors that they did not like my manifestation. The whole thing lasted about 30 minutes. I left my poster laying against the building and went away without looking back at the three nuclear people.

I ended up going to Laurie's place. He welcomed me in without hesitation.

- Daniel



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