I remember this day, clear as all hell, as one of the gloomiest days of living on my own. I didn't find a new place to live until the evening I moved out of the Cambie House. It was with a bunch of stoners I didn't know, and the feeling was too familiar. Later that week, Ian called me up to go crabbing with the boys. This is them at the bow of the boat, going full speed. These guys were having a riot pulling up crabs, but I just couldn't kick it. I sat in the back and observed. I remember intentionally putting my finger in the frame to make this image look gloomier.

Circa, 2011 |  London Drugs 35mm film | Thrift store point & shoot camera