In this scene we find the young GNAY seated at a lunch counter in a café on Vancouver’s rough and tumble downtown eastside. When other boys his age (11) were learning hockey, baseball, and rugby the scorned GNAY was studying meditation, yoga, and the I Ching. He immersed himself in the French Impressionists and spent his days at the easel and his nights in east end dancehalls and brothels. (Note to director: great oppourtunity for gratuitous female nudity!). Here he developed a fondness for French-fries and a penchant for Absinthe. In short, he was real, real gone.


March 01, 2016

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