While I was making peace with the Cockroaches in my Hotel Room, I was making love with another tenant, who was a lovely native Indian woman from Vancouver Island.
I found a job working at a car wash and marveled at how much smoother the paint was on higher end cars like Rolls Royces or Jaquaurs.
Then I got an evening job in the kitchen at the ‘Town Pump’, a venue for great live music and average food.
Then I got a midnight to 8a.m. job at Hambrger Mary’s, a 24 hour fast food joint that catered Hookers, Transvestites and a very colorful yet dangerous brand of streetlife.
I was working my way out Vancouver. I gave up the Welfare cheques. I gave up the car wash in the cold and wet, slept during the day and worked from 4p.m. until 8a.m.
Bill Kennedy the Hustler, could not grasp why I worked so much. In this world of Skid Row an honest God Fearing, hard working individual like myself was seen peculiar, I think.
Bill suggested I take a look in the welfare office… He thought there would be cheques there with my name on them.
He was right.
I wasn’t so honest after all.
I traveled east by train.