Repost minus the story
Repost minus the story
Wait a sec… If I don’t upload pics to the photo section the resolution is decreased? That’s fuckin wank!
The Gooderham Building, 1892, Toronto
One of Toronto’s flatiron buildings
I was talking to my friend from back home yesterday morning & he said to me that I should try and put myself out of my comfort zone at least once a day. He said “go for a meal alone or go to the cinema by yourself; it builds character”. I shot it down & laughed it off saying I feel self-conscious when I do stuff like that. His reply, “you’ve gone halfway across the world by yourself and you wanna say you’re worried what people are gonna think if you eat alone?” lol. I chuckled in agreement. So with that said I headed out with my cam last night, not to go for a meal but just to go find the flatiron building. Fair do’s, it’s not as big as the one in new work but it still makes a good picture.
So after snapping various shots from different angles for a while I decided to take one with me in it. Obviously being by myself I was gonna have to set the cam up then leave it unattended for a sec. Not something I’d normally do so maybe it counts for my daily venture out of my zone. Not a massive step, I know but it’s not cheap to replace so it’s a risk nonetheless. So yeh as I’m taking the shot, up strolls this shady looking homeless guy smoking a cigarette. He was walking along then looked at me, looks at the cam, then throws away the cigarette & slows up his walk. Now being where I’m from, my spidey senses started tingling. When you know, you know. So I jumped down off the little wall I was on & gave him the reverse nod; it’s silent but universally translated as “whats up”.
He asked me if I was filming & although he looked like he was going through hard times he came across as friendly. Usually I don’t give homeless people too much time but I thought fuck it & engaged in convo. To be honest I don’t even know if he was homeless as he never said, he just looked a lil rough & asked for some change. The guy wasn’t crazy or anything & we talked shit for a while as he told his story about his travels to England. He was quite talented actually. The guy was singing & doing impersonations of scarface & shit lol. I gave him some money, bought him some cigarettes & then he went on his way. Here’s a snippet of him singing…
My friend had turned up by now so we headed to the nearest fast food place while snapping more shots along the way.
Caught another homeless guy sleeping on a grate. Turns out that the vents kick out heat at night so its the warmest place for them to be outdoors. My friend said this guy has been chilling in this same spot since the last time he flew out here…
You ever had a double big mac? One word; filling. Excuse the dodgy camera work, I let my friend take the pic lol
And finally, the last train home…
My friend proposed to his mrs. She accepted. Congrats to them, big ups to her & a special shout out to her family for accepting him. Nice people. Mazeltov!
The floatation pod day was the hardest day I have had here. Strangely enough though, it didn’t give me the feeling of wanting to come home. The only time I’ve had that was the first week I got here & I had no internet for a few days. Too much thinking brought back a few bad memories I guess & had people living in my head rent free when I thought I’d already served the eviction notice. Think I dwelled for the evening & the whole of the next day in my fortress of solitude (see my superman blog) but then Saturday came and something felt different. Soon as I stepped out the house I felt like I was firing 7 different types of smoke. I dunno what it is but sometimes when the sun is out, your clothes & footwear are so on point to the level you can only describe yourself as debonair. Then to top it off you put your headphones in & even though your iPhone is on shuffle it selects a multitude of feel good tracks. I just felt rich! I had the Rick James glow. Some sort of an intro to a movie lol. That probably ties in with the everyday things I see normally being what I would see in a movie; say from cars to something as little as sweets or food we don’t have in England.
I was heading west, then downtown which took about an hour & a half changing between buses & subways but you know what? I think I floated on a nimbus all the way there because my kicks were as crispy as when I took them out of the box. I won’t give a blow by blow on my antics for the day but as I said to a friend earlier who likes to read my blogs, “I can’t preach enough how you need to visit Toronto in the summer”. It really is a nice place and probably somewhere you would never have on your list of cities to see. Oh and if you do, be sure to check out Wayne Gretzky’s Oasis. First night bar I’ve been to but worth it. It’s a rooftop bar with a view of the CN Tower, decent music, tv’s, comfy seating & the only nobhead in there was me. I think they even serve food in the day. My vibe.
Google it or instagram it. But yh, I’d been out too long, midnight was approaching & my glass slippers started to shrink. I think next time I’ll not head out as early. Taxi!
Ps. Check out this vid for the smoke reference… Great speech
My friend said to me 4 years ago “Women are your weakness, man. They’re like your kryptonite.” I lol’d in agreement at the time. I still can’t prove him wrong lol
I found a place in Nottingham that has sensory deprivation tanks that I’d been meaning to go to for the last 6 months or so. It’s like a pod full of water with 1000lbs of salt added so you just float without having to try. I never got round to it but it’s my friends birthday today & he said he was gonna go. I figured I’ve not got anything to do today so I might as well look for one here in Toronto. Who the fuck told me that would be a good idea? Smh. Turns out that when you’re laid in an isolation tank for 90 minutes, where it’s so dark that open or closed eyes make no difference there’s ample time to think about life. Maybe too much time. Don’t get me wrong, it wasn’t all bad. At first you’re laying there saying to yourself “I wonder how long I’ve been in here”. Then suddenly a small squiggle of purple started to form shapes & rotate, gradually getting bigger over the next few minutes. I’m not gonna lie, at first because the purple was moving away into the distance it gave the feeling of me sinking into something. I think this was about the half hour mark but I’m just guessing. When it all stopped I was hoping it came back but it didn’t so my mind was just all over. Random shit. You kind of float in & out of consciousness with the only indication you were sleeping being that jump you do when you’re dozing off. The names of two nursery teachers I’ve not thought of for 20+ years even came to me. That kind of stuff lasted for probably another half hour then I think I reached the end of the ride. The last part must have just been the scraping of the barrel of memories because here’s when I started to overthink stuff. Eventually the light came back on & I was reintroduced to the world. But don’t let me put you off. Give it a try for yourself but prob keep it to 45-60 mins. I think I overdid it. I’m off to go try and sleep this melancholy off…
Is anybody else sickened by Instagram? Can’t only be me. It’s like it has turned into a powerpoint presentation of nobheads for me & my friends in a group message titled, “look at this shit” lol. I tried to simplify it & not follow the idiot philosophers who post self righteous memes encouraged by cheerleading comments. I tried to ditch all the e-ballers who post pics of how much paper they claim they’re getting, even though my mrs who conducts her recruitment interviews at the job centre told me she sees them signing on every Tuesday (true stories lol). But somehow, via the normal ppl I follow, they still pop up on my feed smh. I’m tired. Twitter died on it’s arse too. It’s not even funny anymore.
Look at this shit…
No, really, look at this shit…
The band says £1000. My eyes say it’s £980 short as there’s no more notes underneath. I’m tired of instagram. Instagram is the Wizard Of Oz. All smoke and mirrors to cover the reality.
Bank holiday is over. Up & @ ‘em. Think my body clock is where it was at in the uk apart from the 4am interludes. I think it’s to go buy popcorn & a drink while the movie tech changes reels. Remember that shit? Lol. Perhaps I’m showing my age. Anyway I’m rambling & I have an important meeting with some Russians. Moscow