So three hours ago the people from catering asked if I wanted any of the leftovers from dinner. Being cheap and not economically viable I said sure, and gladly packed my backpack with some lovely morsels for the weekend. Now I’m lockdown the back entrance to the studio which borders Burnaby Lake Regional Nature Park. In the last twenty minutes it’s come to my attention that a pack of at least eight hungry coyotes are aware my backpack is filled with Panko Crusted Sole and Slow Roasted Pork Shoulder. If I die tonight, know that I died how I lived, chain smoking, listening to Björk and carrying a backpack full of delicious meats... https://www.instagram.com/p/BpbKTEAFm_RQ3Q8HrtLdFFZ9cOTzWCKMGT2nyQ0/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=e2pedbtys38m