Monthly Archives: December 2011

Ice Cream and turkey

I bumped into my friend, the ice-cream man, a couple hours ago. He was swinging a loaf of French bread in his left hand and balancing a tinfoil-wrapped paper plate in his right when I spotted him starting to jay-walk … Continue reading

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Hoping to find Matthew Huszar

It’s now been more than a week since anyone has seen or heard from Matthew Huszar. Posters like this one have been stapled to just about every telephone pole and lamp post on the Downtown Eastside by an army of … Continue reading

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Overheard on the beat…

…a conversation between Chief Jim Chu and Sarah, age 6, during a Downtown Eastside charity function. Sarah: “Is it true that you are the chief for all of the police in Vancouver?” Chief Chu: “Yes, Sarah. That’s true.” Sarah: “Is … Continue reading

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A (very) thin blue line

I could hear my heart thumping in my inner ear, like it was about to explode. My palms were slick with sweat. Perspiration had dripped from my forehead into my eyes, making me partially blind. It was almost as bad … Continue reading

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Gunnar on Fire

‘Twas a busy week before Christmas on the beat, which explains the recent dearth of blog updates. I did, however, manage to break away today for a little bit of bite work with my good friend,¬†Constable Dan Petre. Dan was … Continue reading

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Beat Cop Diary featured in Globe and Mail

When I first pitched the idea of a blog written through the eyes of a Vancouver beat officer, I wasn’t sure how the VPD brass would take to it. To seek such a powerful platform¬†was a big ask on my … Continue reading

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DTES at Night — This Week in Pictures

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On ice cream, push ups and hope for the human condition

“Hey officer. I have ice-cream in my fridge.” It was a pretty random comment to hear uttered at 2 a.m., in the epicentre of Vancouver’s most violent and drug-sick neighbourhood. I’m used to hearing things like “hey pig” or “I … Continue reading

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Posted in Perils of Addiction | 23 Comments