Scott Jones
Jul 21, 2017 · 1 min read

Good story about a bad place! I’m friends with a guy named Victor Lucas. When I first moved to Vancouver, I asked Vic if he wanted to stop by this place. Nope, he said.

My favorite sentence: “The only guy who works there has the appearance of a surly, pork-like character in a Miyazaki movie and rarely speaks. He sits up at the front inside a waist-high booth. As soon as you enter, he greets you with a blank look (rarely a smile) and fishes out quarters from a pouch tied around his waist in case you presented him with bills. He is the same guy that sat at the same place since pedophile-ghost was around and probably before that. In other words, he probably owns the place.”

I like the description so much: a surly, pork-like character in a Miyazaki movie.

I’ve never heard that expression before. And I don’t know what it means exactly. But I can’t stop trying to figure it out. It got under my skin, in a good way.

You should write about the arcade at Metrotown Mall next. Maybe do a series. I’d like to read that.

Hope you keep writing.

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