hey bub
this fucking city can’t handle winter. every fucking thirty feet its another awful but different half-assed attempt at shovelling the sidewalk. no mini-tanks in toronto. no grit. no plows. no fucking relief.
and, because the vast majority of its inhabitants are pussies when it comes to the weather, even in the best of times, they stay at home and shut themselves in. minus twenty with a breeze and its a ghost-town. minus thirty and its like the moon. being a montrealer, means, however, that the colder it gets the better i’m off. the humidity in toronto in the winter is ridiculous, off the lake, you understand? what i mean to say, by getting to the point, is that winters are worse here because the city falls apart. they give up. whatever. i am so fucking tired of winter. gimme some fucking heat. i’ll say “please”, if i get some fucking heat. all that aside, when it does get off its sizable ass, toronto puts together a good music scene. i won’t presume to flog anybody i’ve seen, just look into it for your own edification.
from this i would get food poisoning
