"So the last time you applied for
social assistance was in
1997, then?"
"Yes."
"And that was in
Ottawa, correct?"
"Yes."
"Hm... It says you're marked '
NFA' here... You were
homeless then?"
"Yes."
...
Toronto leaves more and more of its mark on me with each day that passes. I grow a little more impatient, a little more
jaded, a little more concerned about the opinions of others.
Image grows in importance, and conversation is secondary to
cool clothes, good
connections and wonderfully expensive
designer drugs.
When I look at the people around me in this
social circle, I think that while perhaps some of them thrive in this environment, others might have a little more in common with me, and would rather be in a
coffee shop, at a
bus stop,
anywhere else, having a bullshit conversation on
how to save the world.
...
Nothing else to say.