There's the forgotten, the lonely, the i'm-going-wear-all-the-clothes-I-owns, the starers, the shouters, the loiterers, the working girls, the mutterers, the most-of-my-teeth-are-gone-but-i'm-still-smilings, the if-I-hang-around-the-public-library-steps-i'm-a-readers.
Now i'm getting into dangerous, pejorative territory, and I should stop. It is simply that these sights for my sore eyes are getting to me a little.
Vancouver really is a beautiful, cosmopolitan place. Just don't take the 20.