I love Toronto's polarity. I haven't really sauntered her streets since I lived there a few years ago and I miss it. I miss it for reasons that make everyone else crinch.



Within minutes of exiting Union Station I watched a bunch of pre-teens swarm a fallen poster of Shawn Desmond, was given advice to stay away from fat chicks in strip joints and observed hand-crotcheted phone handset cozies in a lovely shade of pink and blue. I'd love to see what kind of mischief would occur if the population of the Queen Street Mental Health Centre were to roam free, but It's probably not such a good idea.