#downtownpg

[theroaring20s]

𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚝𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚝....

𝙹𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚙𝚒𝚣𝚣𝚊 𝚒𝚗 𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚎, 𝚍𝚞𝚍𝚎.

[akurjata]

#downtownpg (at Downtown Prince George)

[andrewphone]

Welcome #cityofPG #downtownpg #graffiti https://ift.tt/2D2dg39

[theroaring20s]

𝚆𝚑𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚍𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎?

[theroaring20s]

𝙹𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚏𝚞𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜:

𝙰𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚢 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚂𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚂𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍. 𝙱𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝, 𝚒 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚎𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚏, 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚗 𝚘𝚗 𝚊 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚙 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑, 𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚗 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚘𝚏, 𝚂𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚂𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚜. 𝚂𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚂𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚜𝚘𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝙶𝚎𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚎 𝙱𝙲, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 2014. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚎, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚒 𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚍𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚒 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚢.

𝚆𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑, 𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘, 𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚜 𝚖𝚢 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚢𝚙𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚛𝚎 𝚂𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚂𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚋𝚢 𝙰𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚘 𝙱𝚘𝚊𝚕, 𝚊 𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚣𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛. 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚘𝚎𝚝𝚛𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚒𝚗𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚂𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚂𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚜.

𝚂𝚘, 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚑. 𝙸𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚘, 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚢, 𝚒 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖. 𝚂𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚎 𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚘𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚎.

𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚎 𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚝. 𝙿𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚎.

[theroaring20s]

𝙰𝚛𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚍𝚊𝚢𝚜. "𝚂𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚁𝚊𝚝" 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚢 𝚊𝚜𝚜 𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔 (𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒 𝚊𝚖 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚊𝚏𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚒'𝚖 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚞𝚒𝚗, 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝚒 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑) 𝚊𝚗𝚍 "𝙻𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝙱𝚕𝚞𝚎" 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝙰𝚛𝚝 𝚂𝚑𝚒𝚝 𝙱𝚘𝚘𝚔, 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚒𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚙 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚙𝚊𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚋𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚋𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚜 - 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚐𝚘𝚎𝚜, 𝚒 𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚗. 𝙸 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚒 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚛𝚝.

[theroaring20s]

Prince George, BC sucks, and let me tell you why:

It's Prince George, BC. That's it.

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If I could do anything in the world,

I'd sleep in real late.

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One of the toughest things about writing:

Forcing yourself to write when you absolutely do not feel like writing.

It's almost painful.

I had inspiration to write more on a playscript I started a couple years ago. A couple hours went by after the initial inspiration before I could work on it. The inspiration disappeared, but I wanted to work on it.

It was agony. I feel exhausted. But I feel like I should work on it.... Ugh, I hate this feeling.

[theroaring20s]

𝙸 𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚒 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚋𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚒 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕.

[theroaring20s]

𝚃𝚘𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚒𝚜 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 "𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚑" 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚍𝚊𝚢. 𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚋𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚢. 𝙸𝚝 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚜.

𝙸 𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚒 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜.

𝙸 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚍𝚘 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚎, 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑, 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚡𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚐𝚎𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚘 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚒𝚝.

[theroaring20s]

~impromptu poetry/ can't get over you

Can't get over you

Nothing I can do

Who am I supposed to be

When I'm not there with you

When all we are

Is lost in the stars

And I'm supposed to find my way

When you're not where you are

What is there now

When there's no why or how

What the hell is life supposed to be

When there is no now

I just want to ask

Was this the ending task

What it ever supposed to last

Now that I can't get over you

~DEC.17.21~

[theroaring20s]

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚕𝚢

𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚐𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎.

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𝙻𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚎𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚢.

𝙼𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚌 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚐𝚑𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒.

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Rant, because I'm reminiscing.

I used to be a part of a local youth theatre group called Street Spirits. We did shows about complicated topics, varying from drug abuse, relationship abuse, bullying, homophobia, street and community problems - all of our topics ranged, depending on what issues we needed to talk about. It made people feel like that had a place to belong. I had joined up with them in 2014, but it had been around since 1999.

Street Spirits would do shows, performing the plays we made. Some were in town at events, but others were in other cities, and those were the road shows. For the road shows, the director had this big blue GMC van, suitably named Big Blue.

It had been a tradition that if you wanted the front seat, you'd call "cock piercing" really loud, instead of calling "shotgun."

Before I started, there was a member who would always call shotgun, always getting the front seat for shows. The other members were annoyed by this, so they chose to change "shotgun" to something the other member would never say, thus giving the other members a chance to get the front seat.

It worked. Our director recalled one time, when after stopping for lunch, when they were getting ready to get back in the van, the members were running across the parking lot, screaming "cock piercing!!" at the top of their lungs.

So now, if you want the front seat on a Street Spirits trip, you have to scream "cock piercing" as loud as you can. That's the only acceptable way to get the front seat.

End of reminiscing. Thank you.

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Spam of Street Spirits images.

And I kinda wanna rant about them, because they're very dear to my heart.

Face in the snow: after a rehearsal. Outside the building we were using, there's picnic tables, and they were loaded with snow. For shits and giggles, we thought it would be funny if we put our faces into the snow, making "face angels". I was too chicken because I was already cold. But this one belongs to Ike. Tha KS for your face, Ike.

Street Spirits sign: I painted this on a massive piece of cardboard, then made it stand up as a sign. We had members not knowing where we were - the building we were using was also a school, and admin would put us in different rooms every other week, it seemed. So, I painted the Street Spirits logo on a sign, so we could put it out in the hall, to let people know what room we were in.

Neon lights: this was taken inside of Amarosa Pasta House in Vancouver, BC. Street Spirits went there March of 2019, and this place was a small walk from our hotel. We went there for dinner. I liked the neon. And if you look carefully enough, you can see our director's, and Ike's, reflections.

Graffiti Bridge: Cottonwood Island Park in PG. Olivia and I went there nearly everyThursday waiting for Street Spirits. This Bridge always managed to be vandalized, no matter how many times they replaced the boards.

Old Space: the last time we were in the old Space down on 7th Ave. We were never told it was getting demoed, so we walk in for rehearsal, and the walls are spray painted and some had holes in them. Turns out, the day class was allowed to vandalize because it was all gonna get torn down anyways.

Peace: March 2019 road show to Vancouver. We stopped in Bridal Falls for breakfast on the way home. I tried getting a shot of the mountains, but Emmie interrupted the shot with peace.

Viking ship: a fellow Street Spirits member expired just before the Vancouver trip. In June, there was a memorial for him. This was the boat made to be set ablaze, to guide his soul to Valhalla. Miss you, Lee.

Windshield Rain: parked outside of the old Space on 7th Ave. Just looks cool.

Rainbow City: Ike and I went to a beloved Cafe in town to talk about shows we wanted to do. When we were outside after, this big rainbow streaked the sky.

Seeds in a stump: another Thursday at Cottonwood Island Park. Was with Olivia and Sunny, and Sunny brought a few people I didn't know well And wasn't too comfy around. We were around this stump, and I kept my focus by sticking seeds into the stump. And it looked cool, so I took a picture.