I AM HOME! Finally, after four years of living in the cement jungle of Vancouver I've made it back for a real vacation in my home native fishing village on the Northwest coast of British Columbia, (Canada for those of you who don't know).

I will keep you updated in my world as soon as something happens, sadly not too much happens around here, but I'll make something happen.

See Ya Later!

-Evil Patrick

P.S. I will be taking a lot of photos while I'm here, so be sure to check em out.

Today (Wednesday) was my day off, and I decided to make a fun random trip out to Gibsons (on the Sunshine Coast of British Columbia) to see my friend Coho who just moved out there from Vancouver.

The day started out with me sleeping in and missing the 9:20am ferry from Horseshoe Bay to Langdale Terminal (near Gibsons), I then bussed as fast as I could to catch the 11:20am ferry, but our bus driver doddled around so slowly that I missed my ferry by 3 minutes! and I had to wait around for 2 hours until the 1:20pm came around. I got to Gibsons and met my friend Coho at Molly's Reach, a great restaurant that was featured in the classic Canadian show The Beachcombers.











We ordered clam chowder and halibut fish & chips which was the best lunch that I have had in a very long time!


After lunch we wandered around Gibsons, checked out the boat landing,
that swell.


Out came the hackeysack! silly me let Coho have the camera,
of course she got some wicked snaps of me.
I also swam with the salmon, oh yeah.

With only an hour or so left, we both decided that it was time to cap off the fun day with some gelato from a funky little gelato shop in Gibsons Landing. We met this really sweet girl who works there named Tiffany, she also happens to go to the same school that Coho will be starting at tomorrow,
super chill, super cute = super awesome.

After that, I made my way to the ferry and sailed off into the sunset, back to Vancouver.

(I'm crushing your mountains)

Evil

Yes, I am in fact EVIL. Many people have asked me "Evil Patrick, how did you become evil?". I would go on to tell them that there are many stories behind my journey to the dark side (and no, I wasn't quoting Star Wars, in fact I have never seen any of the over-hyped films).

I was born an Orca off the coast of the Queen Charlotte Islands on the NorthWest coast of British Columbia, Canada. I was a genuinely kind creature that only cared about others, but that all changed the day I made the mistake. I was on my daily hunt for food (usually playing games with seals before I ate them), when I popped up out of the water and gobbled down a chubby little seal that was floundering on the rocks near my waters.

It was rather tasty and had the best texture that I have ever had the joy of eating, but I felt something was wrong. I turned around to see my entire fellow pod of Orcas staring at me with disgust and anger. "What's up" I said childishly, not knowing what I had just done. "Patrick! what have you done! That was the seal spirit, you are never to eat the seal spirit or else we will be punished."

"Punished?" I replied intrusively, the others just shook their large heads in dismay, "We will now be threatened with bad luck for the rest of the year, you have brought this evil upon us". I was frightened, and in my fear I said "I honestly didn't know! Someone should have put up a sign or something, it's not my fault!". But it was too late for me, I was to be banished from my own kind to live as a human on land with no chance of rejoining my true family in the beautiful oceans that I once called home. From then on, I have been considered "Evil", and I feel like I deservingly retain that moniker.

Others say that I was just bored one day and arbitrarily just put "Evil" in front of my name, but I personally prefer the former.