This blog is a daily debrief about the ins-and-outs of the downtown eastside Vancouver. Crazy things happen when you work for a not for profit in this hood. People are set on fire, circular saws are pulled out, guys gush blood, and I’m asked to identify random substances and pills brought to the counter…. No, I’m sorry, I honestly don’t know the difference between Percocet and a Multi-Vitamin. I can tell you the difference between a rock (crack) and a Multi-Vitamin. Not to mention that people on the streets are certainly not taking Vitamin C for health benefits, other than the fact it breaks down crack faster and makes it easier to take. And yes, I call it “doing pot” because I am all too aware that there are too many ways of digesting, smoking, and incorporating it into beauty products. Hello Mama Ganja, just let me give you a sample of our latest beauty application, “O.G. Kush” a magnificent lip balm, that’s (yup, you guessed it) organic. But then again, the cocaine down here is also organic, gluten free, and free-range. So enjoy. I certainly do.
*Some of this blog is password protected and all names are changed, to maintain the dignity of the individuals and protect the culture of the area* If you’re interested in subscribing or reading the protected articles of this blog, please message me. In addition, some images found on this blog may be disturbing. As this blog discusses sex trade, drug trafficking, severe poverty, homelessness, and other white elephant issues; it is at your own discretion that you continue to read*
Oh yes, and I have terrible grammar and bad spelling. This blog is a *debrief*. As long as all the crazy comes out in a form of venting, I’m cool with it not being perfect.
Insights from the front line!
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You know it! Thanks for stopping by!
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enjoyin every word girl, keep it up!
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Glad you’re enjoying it! It’s not edited, no warnings, just like life. :)
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Nice site. Looks like I’ll need to study up!
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Where are you, Esme? It’s been a month since your last post and if there’s an email here to reach you, I haven’t found the damn thing yet . . . not that that means much since I once spent an hour looking for the glasses which were on my face and once asked the person I was talking to where my cell phone was only to hear her reply, “you mean the cell phone you are speaking to me on right now?” So holla back, girl!
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May you email me the password so I can read the post from April 19th?
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