Slinkey has been in and out of foster homes since she was 13, always running away, and finally leaving for good at 15.
She came to Vancouver she says, “It’s intoxicating here and it entraps you, you’ll always want to come back here.”
A typical day for Slinkey:
Gets woken up by the cops or the downtown administrators, and just as the latter walks by, Slinkey asks for a band aid, for the many insect bites on her arms. He gives her several, then asks her to move on (from the sidewalk in front of the Vogue Theater on Granville Street). She replies that this is her spot and that she’s always there and that’s just the way it is.
She spends the day asking for spare change, to eat meals at McDonald’s.
The cop that comes on Sunday’s makes her move and tells her she makes the city look bad.
Advice to young people thinking of a life on the street:
“Stay at home and don’t trust anybody on the street, you can’t.”
She’d like to be acknowledged, along with other homeless people, when people walk by, a glance, a nod, or a smile, or even “fuck off,” would be better than to be completely ignored.