5 August 2017
Like Living On Another Planet
There have been forest fires here in British Columbia. We are a much treed place. It is summer. Fires in British Columbia during summer are about as notable as a sunny day on the moon. British Columbia in summer is like a fire place jammed full of matches in a house full of unethical Anarchists.
Difference is the big bad Anarchists have been busier than usual.
We are bathed in the orange glow of the sun. We are choked by smoke thick as a licorice milk shake. We all smell like we have been camping for a week five minutes after we have showered. We are dazed. Confused. We lack oxygen.
It is like living on another planet.
The government, ever helpful motherfuckers they are, suggest we spend the day in malls because their air filtration systems are among the few capable of filtering out the microscopic particles choking us to fucking death.
Trouble is our malls, very damn few of them at any rate, do not have bars. Only one I can think of that does is Nordstrom's. Sonja and I will be there all weekend drinking their cold beer, red wine and breathing their air.
See you there, motherfuckers.