You laugh at me because I'm different.
I laugh because you're all the same.

Should be doing taxes but it's tough to when you start thinking about where it all goes.

The light turns yellow.

I'm driving in downtown Toronto and slow down. I'm looking at the homeless bum on the sidewalk to the left of me and he's lying face down with blankets covering him over a manhole. No idea if the steam from the depths of the city are warming him and rising into him or not on that damn cold day. I can only tell that the bum is face down because the feet are pointed that way.

The light turns red.

As everyone crosses the street at this busy intersection I can't help but notice the coffee shop on this corner. In fact, in the city there is a coffee shop or three on every corner. Everyone can solve problems and there are big glass windows so they can look outside to see the skyscrapers while sipping on their fucking five dollar coffees. Not one of them cares about the man five feet away outside who is face down and could be dead right in front of them.

The light turns green.

There is a coffee shop on every corner these days. It's funny to me. It tells me we all need to wake the fuck up.