who you callin crazy?

what a long day at work it was today, my feet were sore and my stomach ached as i was on my way home. suddenly i hear a voice over the subway kicking us all out at christie station, the train is shutting down so we must wait for the next. as i'm waiting on the bus platform, your everyday toronto homeless man begins walking along the platform asking for money. as he approaches the area i'm standing in, a crowd of obnoxious teenagers begin yelling at the man to get a job. suddenly this entire area of the platform is erupting into a series of jeers directed towards this homeless man and cheering one another on in their insensitive comments.
if you don't want to give a homeless person any change, that's completely your business and i'm not going to rag on you for that. to be honest i very rarely give my change away, i do however give away boxes of cookies (that's another story). BUT why would anyone laugh and ridicule a man begging you for money on a subway platform. the reaction from this particular section on the platform was completely unnecessary and the people standing there got some pretty nasty looks from other ttc passengers. i was shocked AND appalled and like many others on that platform felt my heart strings tug a little and dropped what little change i had into the man's hands.
i couldn't believe the disrespect
and these assholes were calling the homeless man crazy? i think you've gotta be pretty crazy to shout some obcensities at a defenseless stranger.

raw

i've been working downtown for the last week or so, doing exactly what i wanted. working at queen and spadina at a clothing store, breathing in the life and exploring as much as i can. although i'm doing everything i wanted to be doing, there still seems to be a pretty big void. there are so many things i want to do this summer, art festivals, photography exhibitions, concerts, dj shows, restaurants and bars/lounges to go to. so much to do and all the time in the world to do it, but no one else who will want to join me. i think that might be my biggest problem with etobicoke, it's not difficult to go downtown and to do things, the problem is finding people who have also been willing to escape the bubble that is etobs.
i once had someone who was willing to come with me to do all of these things, he would come with me to the shows and the art galleries, we'd stand and stare at beautiful art together and then sit with yummy chai lattes while we discussed them all. we'd go to the shows hopped up on drugs and dance together without a care in the world. it didn't matter what anyone else wanted to do, we could do it together.
my problem isn't getting downtown this summer
my problem isn't etobicoke this summer
my problem is not having you this summer to do all the things i want
my problem is that you will get to do all the things we would have done together, but with someone else.
that void i'm feeling is the hole from not having you.

etobicoke is...

suffocating
stiffles the soul
responsible for agitation and irritation
a little bubble
a breeding ground for spoiled snobs
boring and mundane
suburbia at its best
driving me crazy
where i have to spend my summer?
where i need to break out of
why i'm working downtown for the summer (that's right i found a job on queen w.)
making me want to sublet a place...seriously i wish i saved money to leave