It all started out on a dreary autumn day. "The Muses" all decided to go to Vicious Circle, some Goth cafe here in Calgary. However, when we tried to place our order, the waitress informed us that minors were not allowed due to the newest smoking by-law that states that no minors are allowed in a designated smoking area, which Vicious Circle happens to be.
So while awaiting for the arrival of Frank to pick us up and chaperone us off to another location, we just kind of hung outside in the coldness. Out of my boredom, I found an abandoned wheel chair and began to attempt the riding of this vehicle like substance. However, as you can detect in the picture, I wasn't all too successful.
So I decided to try to sell the wheelchair to any passer by who happened to... pass by. Which yet again, proved to be another unsuccessful feat.
So all of us made up this elaborate story how a bum friend of ours who we called Steve died in it one night and we were now asking people to pay tribute to him by sitting in his chair.
We had a couple of people who actually obliged and one guy was even popping wheelies in this damn thing.
It was a great day...
We'll always remember you and your... bumness...