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The Scene: SkyTrain. Millennium Line to VCC-Clark. Mark II train style. Stadium Station.

Enter First Nations man in his mid-40s. Short mohawk hairdo. Pastel blue sleeveless shirt. Hot pink shorts slit up the sides. Shaved legs.

The individual stumbles onto the train, obviously quite drunk. Clings to the pole in the middle of the car. Starts making kissy motions and beckoning gestures to another man on the train, and then when the target looks away, the man breaks out into ear-splitting maniacal laughter.

Repeats with each train passenger.

At Main Street / Science World station, the train stops. Doors open. Man exits the train still laughing loudly, with his mouth bent in a leering grin.

As soon as his foot hits the station platform, his smile disappears. His laughing goes silent. He walks sombrely toward the stairs looking at the floor, shoulders hunched. He doesn't look back.