I walked across to
the north west corner of Yonge and Bloor and was waiting to get over to the
east side so I could ride north, when a guy sitting on the sidewalk asked me
for spare change. I shook my head and told him, “Sorry.” Then he said, “That’s
a good bike!” “Thanks!” “And it looks fast too!” It’s not true, but I nodded.
“Only lock it!” he warned, “You don’t want anybody to steal it!” Nobody wants
this bike.” I argued. “No one is gonna try to steal this bike!”
I went to Bayview
and McRae and then headed east. The houses are older, bigger and more middle
class in that neighbourhood than just a few streets south where everything is
an ironic mix of the new and the falling apart. I went south on Bessborough and
then east to curve north on Rumsey all the way to Eglinton. I went south on
Laird and stopped to pee again at the Golden Griddle. I didn’t notice a single
customer in the place. Just a guy in kitchen whites leaning on a partition and
daydreaming. The way to the washroom passed the kitchen and there was a sour
odour that permeated the hallway.
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