fascinating.......i often drive by the address 'marjorie' gives as malcolm's address in vancouver when she went over and was told he was at a whorehouse...she went and dragged him out or so the story goes...they lived upstairs...very low peaked roof...poor malc...hand to mouth...hunched over hung over...trying to squeeze out a para a day i reckon....nice little street ..leafy green clean enough...around twentieth and main...west i think...god but the man must have had the terminal black dog.

low low tides i still wander out over dollarton in the hopes i'll find a bols gin bottle he chucked WAAAAAY out into deeper water...nothing yet...mebbe since i'm getting so decidedly nuts eccentric i'll buy one of those metal detectors...you'll see me out there ...groinpullersapper looking for intellectual mines