This place

This place where I call home is a city. I would rather like it to be a forest; but since that isn't going to happen in the anywhere near future, I think of it as a brick forest of evil. Pure divine what ever the hell people call it these days, it drains the life out of me. The noise is constant warring of all the brick creatures, and the general flow of life seems to be rather mute and unacceptable at this point. Oh and the idea that I am going to buy a hot dog to help somebodies retirement fund that I don't even have myself is grating on my nerves.
So is the guy standing in the rain with a Mexican hat on his head serving a long line up of government officials. And now I am going to do something completely random like tell everyone I am a nutcase and really should be committed.
But I wonder if I was really normal what ever this normality is supposed to mean, what would happen in my lovely life like atmosphere ( where I just go through everything in a haze of wonderment of how the hell I got here in the first place) and what kind of a wonderful citizen I would be.
Just think of this: Blue goes from local isane woman ( from noticing that your local police force in Vancouver is sending us their problematic people, and the police force here is kindly sending them back without the means to get back) to actually doing something about this lovely issue. I'm am personally scared of what it would be like....
So the 2010 Olympics approach, Vancouver police are playing volleyball with the Vancouver Island police authority ( volleyball = problematic homeless people) and everybody kinda knows but when they ask are not allowed to know what the hell is going on... and the government taxpayers money is leaking down a black hole.