Welcome to Vancouver’s Downtown Eastside
It’s been called a chemical gulag, a place where the most hardcore drug addicts plunge poison into their veins in search of the ultimate high. It’s been defended as Vancouver’s last refuge for the...
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Eastside Stories is a blog that is open to everyone, and I encourage you to share your thoughts, opinions and questions on the topics we discuss. All comments must be approved prior to appearing in the...
View ArticleRiding with Madonna
As police, and as people, we are anthologies of the folks we meet along life’s journey — people who have somehow or another rubbed off on us and left their mark. It’s a crack of wit or turn of phrase,...
View ArticleIce Cream and turkey
I bumped into my friend, the ice-cream man, a couple hours ago. He was swinging a loaf of French bread in his left hand and balancing a tinfoil-wrapped paper plate in his right when I spotted him...
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Slow death by meth
Dan and I were skulking around a few nights ago when we came across this young fellow lurking behind a dumpster in the lane behind Insite. High on crystal meth and in some kind of drug psychosis, he...
View ArticleHave badge, will run
I like to run. Mainly I’m built for distance, but I can also move pretty quick if the adrenaline’s pumping. And though it’s been close at times, I’m proud to say that I’ve never lost a foot pursuit....
View ArticleHappy to be proven wrong
“Tap, Tap, Tap.” I jolted up, and nearly spilled a half cup of lukewarm Tim Horton’s double-double into my lap. They train you at the police academy to always be alert when you’re on the street. They...
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The following is a contribution by fellow Beat Enforcement Team member Tyler Urquhart, inspired by some of the people he’s met along Hastings Street. He says it’s “kind of a poem.” A Grandfather,...
View ArticleCatching up with the Ice Cream Man
If you’ve been following Eastside Stories, you might be familiar with my friend the Ice Cream Man. I first wrote about him before Christmas, after we shared a two a.m. heart-to-heart outside the...
View ArticleShe made her decision, and it was the wrong one
Five days past her 18th birthday, she was hooting on a crack pipe near the corner of Hastings and Columbia. She tossed the glass pipe to the pavement as we approached and tried to blend in with the...
View ArticleWelcome to Vancouver’s Downtown Eastside
It’s been called a chemical gulag, a place where the most hardcore drug addicts plunge poison into their veins in search of the ultimate high. It’s been defended as Vancouver’s last refuge for the...
View ArticleClik here to view.
Email Inbox
Eastside Stories is a blog that is open to everyone, and I encourage you to share your thoughts, opinions and questions on the topics we discuss. All comments must be approved prior to appearing in the...
View ArticleRiding with Madonna
As police, and as people, we are anthologies of the folks we meet along life’s journey — people who have somehow or another rubbed off on us and left their mark. It’s a crack of wit or turn of phrase,...
View ArticleIce Cream and turkey
I bumped into my friend, the ice-cream man, a couple hours ago. He was swinging a loaf of French bread in his left hand and balancing a tinfoil-wrapped paper plate in his right when I spotted him...
View ArticleClik here to view.
Slow death by meth
Dan and I were skulking around a few nights ago when we came across this young fellow lurking behind a dumpster in the lane behind Insite. High on crystal meth and in some kind of drug psychosis, he...
View ArticleHave badge, will run
I like to run. Mainly I’m built for distance, but I can also move pretty quick if the adrenaline’s pumping. And though it’s been close at times, I’m proud to say that I’ve never lost a foot pursuit....
View ArticleHappy to be proven wrong
“Tap, Tap, Tap.” I jolted up, and nearly spilled a half cup of lukewarm Tim Horton’s double-double into my lap. They train you at the police academy to always be alert when you’re on the street. They...
View Article…but instead…
The following is a contribution by fellow Beat Enforcement Team member Tyler Urquhart, inspired by some of the people he’s met along Hastings Street. He says it’s “kind of a poem.” A Grandfather,...
View ArticleCatching up with the Ice Cream Man
If you’ve been following Eastside Stories, you might be familiar with my friend the Ice Cream Man. I first wrote about him before Christmas, after we shared a two a.m. heart-to-heart outside the...
View ArticleShe made her decision, and it was the wrong one
Five days past her 18th birthday, she was hooting on a crack pipe near the corner of Hastings and Columbia. She tossed the glass pipe to the pavement as we approached and tried to blend in with the...
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