Tonight I leave for Portland via Abbotsford. The HP Lovecraft Film Festival is there and Andrew (the film-fest-putter-onner) is good enough to supply Marlo and I with an air mattress and free passes for the weekend. That’s is truly fantastic. The only crappy part is taking the Greyhound to and from Abbotsfjord to meet up with Warren. I wouldn’t have done it if Marlo wasn’t coming with. I spent hours and hours and hours and hours on the Greyhound between 1996 and 1999 going to and fro Chilliwack for band practice by myself. It gave me time to read but there are just too many drunk adults and sober babies on board. And they all make bad noises and bad smells.
Anyway, I won’t be back in town until Sunday, so just forget about any promises I made to you, or you think I made to you, until then.