Edmonton Holiday Musings: "I'm just a bad boy, dressed up in fancy clothes"

I joke often that in Edmonton I live in the ghetto, Then correct myself to say 'Ghetto Adjacent'.

I've found this trip more than ever, every time I open the paper there is a major article about someone I know. Twice this article has been FRONT PAGE! Damn. This is some impressive stuff folks. I'm not that connected in Vancouver either. I know the guys who know the guys from Trecherous Machete. I know someone who knows that Tom Welling is a real dick. Here i'm all...fancy...

score one for Adjacent.

While driving home through our neighborhood from the airport, mere blocks from our house, a shadowy figure jumped into the road and hit our car and screamed and my dad non-chalantly swerved around the person. "Ha ha, Oh, thats our new guy, Mr.Screaming" my mom laughs "He wanders around screaming all sorts of stuff and you can hear him for blocks."
Now, the fact that they've normalized a screaming derelect is enough but it gets better. Two days later at home i hear screaming and look out the window to see a well dressed young black man pacing around screaming fuck and pausing on the sidewalk every once and a while. I was shocked Mr.Screaming had such nice clothes and was so well groomed. When shovelling later with my Mom I commented on having finally gotten a good look at Mr.Screaming.
"Oh, that wasn't Mr.Screaming. Mr.Screaming is white and looks like a hobo. That was just some crazy yelling guy"

score one for Ghetto

CAM