Living in Gastown means there are alot of colourful folk around who are not exactly neighbours, as technically, they don't really live anywhere, they simply haunt the streets. None are scary, some are sad, and some are just plain amusing.

Tonight I was walking home from my new office after my first day of work, and passed a guy wearing a threadbare Canucks jersey on top of a hooded sweatshirt, holding out an empty Starbucks cup for change, and singing an improvised song about "The No-Money Blues." He interrupted a riff to ask me for change.

"I'm sorry," I said, "I don't have any." (I didn't.)

"Oooh," he sang, shuffling away from me. "You got the No-Money Blues, tooooo....me and you....the No-Money Blues....she got the No-Money Blues..."

It's true, I thought, smiling to myself. I do have the No-Money Blues, too. I wonder if he's up for a double act.