Life is what happens when you're making other plans she said with something like sarcasm as she rubbed away the condensation from the interior of the passenger side window of my rattling 74 Dart. The fog’s on the other side of the glass, Parker, I said, gesturing through the windshield at the thick grey roiling substance that kept our progress to a slow roll. Downtown Eastside port district in the late months of 2003 was grim territory, especially in the near silence of early morning. People moved along the sidewalks, just shadows, really. Lamplights were floating blurs of illumination. It's like spaceships are hovering overhead every twenty feet on either side of the street, Parker said as she hit eject on the tape deck. We should be listening to something more atmospheric, she said as she rummaged through the shoebox of cassettes. Just no Eno, I said. I'm not putting on any Brian Eno, she said, that's Jordyn’s shit not mine. She slid Heaven or Las Vegas by the Cocteau Twins into the deck as we eased up on Princess Avenue. Cherry-Coloured Funk drifted from the speakers. The puddles in the empty lot outside the Drake Show Lounge ran red with the lurid reflections from the signage that flickered like an arhythmic twitch. | image unknown via @rareequation