Main St = the old Railway Station at terminal Avenue. This graffiti recorded here is now "history". If you enjoyed "History Class" in High School, you'll really rag on this one.  If you missed History Class because you were smoking drugs, you're well on the way to a Ph.D.

Cordova. The name smells like dead pidgeons and steamy chinese cafe's. This pit of iniquity is also a thing of the Past, a Mothball in the soup of your Inner Soul. We feature the Rollercoaster of Kwosa and "Teddy Bowel" - our Archeologically-Incorrect can of Psychological Worm Warfare. America, Be Ready.

The back Alleyways in Gastown are full of Indians, Piss and Graffiti. Life's redeeming lessons can be learned elsewhere.  Stay at home, play it safe.  But, occasionally, we'll glimpse the renditions of Raw Wisdom and stolen Sharpie pens, installed on the back-doorways of Purgatory, for you, bourgeois reader, to sip at your leisure.

Pender St has a missing tooth, just like an aging Eskimo's dentures. In this empty space, little Graf Angels filled the cracks with Paintcan Mythology and deadly bacteria.

If you really wanna see a movie, you got 2 choices.  You can watch teenagers in exploding cars in any of the popcorn-reeking "famous players" cinemas on North Granville.  Or you can simply walk the streets and alleys and enjoy a new movie every day. Life at its dreariest, weariest, and queeriest. North Granville will take you there.