This took place last summer in Calgary.
So, Tiger had found himself wondering aimlessly in Calgary no place to call home, with out a pac to lead. Our hero Decided to head to an area called Kensington (for Winnipeg people, its kinda like Osborn and Corydon rolled up into one, only sill kinda cool.) knowing his kind of people hung out there, along with some nice, coffee shops, a place where a lost Tiger could just park his *** on the sidewalk, smoke a bowl and be left alone to write as people walked bv. A place where strangers still said "hi" to one another, where a guy could walk up to a pretty girl with-out the getting maced part that normally follows.
The first time, Tiger went down there, just to sort of check it out, see who hung out, how life moved along. He sat down in a small inlet in the sidewalk with coffee shop, and pizza by the slice thingy, fe other small store's.(For my Calgary people, 10th ave. You know where I'm talking about) setting his back up to a little garden. Some regulars who hung out in area he had seen before about 30 feet away. Bright sunny day, middle of the afternoon, lots of legs walking by, birds singing.
First thing Our Tiger does was pull out his writing book and pen, from his backpack and sets himself up to have nice relaxing writing session and get use to life back on the streets. puts out his smoke , and thinks to himself, "I don't wanna sit here and have an ash tray pile build up next to me, that's tacky like going food shopping for the family to wal-mart still in your P.J's" So butts it out and gets up and puts his butt in the garbage.
Then started writing a little, got up after 5 mins, and got a cup of coffee from the place he was sitting outside of, and comes sat back down. and just lost himself in the peacefulness of the moment.
He thinks to himself, everything is gonna be aright, theres still good in this world, still hope. Just need to go make a good impression, shake hands, get out and live again. Make new friends, act more liek an adult (or at least the ones he sees on TV anyway) and as he is lost in his thoughts, he hears people start to yell alittle, and people moving around, trying to figure out what is happening.
He realizes that the garbage can 15 feet away is on fire. People from both the coffee shop and the pizza place are running jugs of water back n forth dumping it in the trash. Lots of smoke, bad smell the whole 9 yards. Tiger just sat there, trying not to be seen and watched.Nobody ever said a word to out hero, he went on to make many friends and write a bunch of stuff over the next few months, never telling a soul what happened. that first day.

I keep listening to Tylor the creator. Every time I'm done Goblin, and try and pick anew CD, I keep going back and listening to it again.