my vancouver heroin dream...

i'm in vancouver. walking around for what feels like forever. lost. supposed to meet some people. on my way to a studio session. find the homies. in a car. backseat. have no idea where we're going. seeing junkies everywhere. people are high. we're in the heroin part of town now. dudes in the car are talking about it. hipping me to it. now we're at the studio. it's on the third floor of a house. narrow staircase going up. people in the house are stoned. everyone is high. i'm like "shit, what's going on?" why am i here? in the studio up top. maybe a half a dozen people. red 1 is there. you know, dude from the rascalz. i guess we're doing a track together. he's telling me how hard it is out here with all the people hooked on smack. then he pulls out a syringe and attaches this little piece to the needle end of it. it looks like one of those tiny pencil leads for a mechanical pencil. he pokes it into his forearm loads it in, saying "i'm not hooked, i'm just a little bit thirsty is all..." i decide to get the fuck out of here, everybody is shooting up in this house. i tell the cats that i am just going to the store and leave the house. as i'm going down the stairs, i see a woman on the second floor of the house. sitting on a couch. shooting up. i get outside, and have no idea where i am. everyone i see is fucked up. then suddenly i recognize where i am. i am in london. on richmond st. next thing i know i am sitting at a table in a little park. ***** is across from me. we're talking. having coffee. there are two men at the table beside us. older men. playing chess. i hear music. rock & roll. loud. 80's hard rock styles. i look up and see moka walking along the sidewalk, holding a little portable radio. he looks over. waves. smiles. says "i'll see you in a couple of weeks" without saying anything, and keeps cruising. ***** and i sit there. drinking our coffees. enjoying a beautiful day...