Geez… I guess it musta been what, '96 maybe '97? Dammn it’s been a while! I’m a scrawny little teenager, just rail thin, no shoulders yet, bright green punker hair, mouthy as fuck. Dammn that kid was a pain in the ass!
So it was a dry spell, all the usuals were clean out, someone had gotten pinched somewhere up the chain and everyone’s else was waiting for the heat to die. So out our way suddenly it went flush to bust for a few weeks. Bit it was Friday, and we wanted to party.
We decided to head downtown, check around the Art gallery steps, head down Granville Street. Something would turn up. Back in the '90s in Vancouver Granville Street hadn’t been hit with the heavy gentrification yet, and there were still some pretty greasy SRO hotels up above the punk shops and pizza by the slice joints. You couldn’t walk down the street without getting offered everything, but without exception all the people offering seemed WAAAAAAAAY strung out. Because they pretty much were, because those SRO’s were chock full of crazy crackeads, tweakers and needle fiends. If you’ve never seen a thing about Vancouvers Downtown East Side, well just google it. Its warm enough not to freeze to death on the street most of the year here so we basically collect the entire countries homelessness problem here in Vancouver. Plus, it’s a port town, it’s where the heroin comes in. It’s been a hell of a scene for the last 30+ years a d at this rate it’ll still be shaking with the tweek a other 30 years from now. Sad.
So young dumb me, walk the strip a few times and I decide to go with the guy who was the least twitchy of the bunch. He shows me a nug and I give him the money, expecting the bag in my other hand. But instead he says “come with me” spins and starts weaving off through the crowd.
Well this isn’t good… but he’s already got our $70 and I wanted my quarter ounce, so I follow. He takes me up the block, turns into a stairway, and now we’re heading up into one of these cracked out hotels. My friends stop following about 10 feet from the stairs, none of them will flow me in, but I’m young and dumb and stubborn.
So I wisely step over the junkie nodding off with his rig still hanging from his arm at the top of the stairs and follow him into the lobby. At this point the red flags are really piling up, but somehow I’m still thinking he just wants to step into the lobby a d off the street to make the exchange. Instead he almost seems surprised that I’ve come in the door after him he shrugs and heads up the stairs. I step over two more heroin zombies as I follow him to the third floor and down the hallway. He unlocks about 6 locks and I follow him into a single room, the smell of which nearly floors me it’s so distressing. Something breaks beneath my foot as I take a step in, I look down and it’s av very used crack pipe. I look around, needles stabbed into the drywall by the dozen, more crack pipes everywhere. Just gimme my fucking bag tou sketchy fuck, what am I doing here?
But no, he says “ok, I’m gonna go grab your weed, just waint here a sec” and heads out the door. He’s gone 2 seconds and suddenly it all just falls into place for me. I don’t know how I’d even gotten that deep without bailing already but all of a sudden I just feel it 100% clear as day.
Run. He’s coming back to rob you.
I turn, step out the door, take three steps towards the stairs and I hear him shout from the end of the hallway, "hey, where you going man, dont you want your weed?. I pick up my pace, look back over my shoulder, see five guys with him, ones got a bat, ones swinging a piece of chain. Full on running now, I hear knives flicking open, hurdle the junkie at the top of the stairs, stick the landing halfway down the staircase as the guy with the bat trips over the junkie and bails down the stairs. The bat goes flying and misses my head by an inch, as I take the rest of the staircase two leaps to a flight. Sprint through the lobby, smash the door open with my shoulder sending the tweaker on the stairs flying over sideways. Run down the stairs to see my friends waiting at the curb, my girlfriend looking just terrified.
“What the hell were you thinking following him in there?” she yells.
To this day I have no idea, it was all SOOOOOO obvious. Just young and dumb and stubborn.
Oh yeah. And lucky. Really lucky that day.