This was a weird one, even for Vancouver.
I was on my way to work this morning on the Skytrain, and some sketchy guy got on the train at Main Street. For those who don’t live here in Raintown, Main Street is the cracked-out neighbourhood that consists of pawnshops, skeevy dive bars, homeless people and crackheads of all flavours.
Skeevy flavours.
Anyway, Cap’n Sketchy guy gets on the train and kind of staggers around a bunch, and eventually wanders over. I watched him muttering to people, and when he slithered up up I figured out what it was. I pulled my earphones off in time to catch what he asked those other people, which he was now putting my way – which was if I would like to buy some heroin.
I’ve lived in Vancouver for six years now, and it’s not like you can walk two blocks in this town without being offered pot more than once. I like to think I was cool about my first heroin solicitation though. I don’t even think Mr. Heroin Guy had his head on straight, let alone was really trying to sell drugs to random people on public transit, but either way, I tried to be cool and just said, “I’m good- just had some coffee.”
It was as suave as I get. Don’t judge.
