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I’m camped out with Ellen in the industrial area of Vancouver for the weekend, which is a ritual in my life. It’s when I get to push Ellen buttons until she blows-up on me. Then we start all over again. Anyway back to the point the owner of the building where we camp out bought himself a new set of wheels. Now got like this car it’s the thing that dreams are made from. Namely mine…
When I’m staying with Ellen I would set-up my sleeping spot right here.
This is the view while I’m sitting where I would sleep in Ellen’s camp.
This friendship could end if Ellen would somehow where see her lovely face on my Blog, however she has been a big part of my life always giving me a safe place to indulge in some of my guilty pleasure. Ellen always has endless gossip yak about every time that I take to spend with her. I remember year’s back that she made the best soup out a bin and in the back alleys as anyone could make keeping us warm and healthy through some of those cold winter months that street life brings to are lifestyle. Where this woman gets all her bottles from I could not guess, I have yet to see Ellen climb into a bin… The hardest thing that one has with Ellen’s friendship is giving back to her without getting anything back in return takes a real sly, tricking attitude. You must be quick. I have known Ellen for years and she is always one step ahead of me.
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