Now that the city has started to "crack" down on the chaos of Pandora's Box, the addicts are left to their own devices on where and how to use drugs in the downtown core, especially on a Sunday afternoon when the streets are busy with pedestrians.
We witnessed a resourceful addict on Yates Street from a window table in a nearby restaurant. The challenge is to not be seen right? To accomplish this, our crafty user brought along a nice clean flannel bed sheet that he proceeded to unfold and cover himself up in an alcove directly beside the entrance to an open shop. After much ado (where we assumed he was sucking on a bong under his ghostly disguise) his shape started to morph from a standing position to one where he stood folded in half for a while....then gradually tucked down, as the drugs kicked in, onto the concrete and into a nice neat pile that resembled a load of laundry. (told you he was crafty)
So there he lay for an hour or so hidden from the people entering and leaving the store (he was only a couple of feet from the door) as he only received the odd glance from passersby.
Out of sight and out of his mind. Priceless.
Is this the new Victoria?