I started to walk to work this morning, as per usual. I got about five blocks south of bloor, almost flipped out on the sidewalk, and realized I better take the TTC. But in order to do that I had to walk all the way back up to Bloor. I get to Bloor and the Bathurst street cars are shut down due to a giganto gas leak on Bathurst, after a car slammed into a gas pipe. I could taste metal in my mouth, as I quickly entered the station.
I go to Ossington station to await the next bus, while some crazy man comes onto the platform and very loudly insists that this young man give him some water from his bottle, attached to his backpack. He kept asking and the boy kept ignoring him. "I want some water. Give me some water now. I am thirsty. I see your bottle right there".
UNCOMFORTABLE!
Anyway, I'm now at work where everything is same, quiet, as though I'm the only person on earth.
Monday, December 3, 2007
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something about your blog makes me come back every once in a while. this last poem you wrote touched me. so don´t think that people don´t read your blog. there must be many more, i´m sure.
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