In a couple of minutes they’ll call the flight and I’ll find out if I’ve been sitting here like a fucking idiot for no good reason for the last day. Fort St John is not a fun place to fly to on passes. PAUL WANTS TO TAKE THE SKYTRAIN HOME. On April 4. With no Compass card. My feelings are simple. He can do what he likes, although with no Compass card he’s not likely to get far, as I laboriously explained to him. I’m going home in a cab; it’s hours after my normal bedtime and I have hours to go before somebody offers up a bed for me.
Home. What a fucking waste of a day. Three flights came and went and I’m not going to FSJ unless somebody pays for my return flight.
Some man was shot dead a few blocks from here. I don’t think I want to live on this planet any more.