When I was 23 I lived in Calgary. One day I was driving down the highway as I was headed up to Edmonton for the weekend. I was picking up this horrible smell. I couldn’t pinpoint what it was but it smelled something like a sewer had blown up. I couldn’t tell where it was coming from. I certainly hoped it wasn’t me. About 10 minutes passed and I saw the cause of the stench. There was an accident and a huge manure truck had tipped over. All the shit spilled out over the highway. The police and firetrucks were there, as were a couple of hazmat trucks. It was a filthy mess and cars had to be navigated through the mess.
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Ryan Furber
I'm a photographer, videographer, writer and musician living in Vancouver BC. I'm a thriver who is in recovery from addictions & mental health issues and am a former sex worker. I volunteer on the Board of Directors for PACE Society.
06 Jun 2011
From Darkness To Daylight
It’s the little things that bring meaning to life. I will never forget that morning. I didn’t want to open my eyes. I couldn’t believe I lived through that. What happened? Why did I chicken out? It felt like there was nothing left of me.… It was just before 9 a.m. I decided to pick […]