Thursday, March 20, 2008
Honesty at what cost?
Yesterday, the ladies went downtown to do some shopping.
Springtime means a new lipgloss, you know, girl stuff.
We had lunch out and got on the bus with our parcels.
The bus stop at Abbott and Hastings was particularly grim, as per usual. I saw a guy buy dope and then his scabby girl came up and promptly punched him in the arm and started arguing with the dealer. These were 2 people dressed like any other 20 somethings, except they were covered in scabs, emaciated, and without much control of their muscles, jerking back and forth etc. It was tough to take.
Of course my 4 year old asks, "why is that person punching that other person"?
What can I say except, "those are crazy people honey".
I fear for the future. I wonder how Vancouver will clean up this heinous mess by the Olympics. Maybe finally things will change. I also worry about how desensitized we have all become.
These are human beings.