Toronto to Vancouver

A little over a year ago today I was ready. I was ready to leave Toronto the terrible in search of a new life in the beloved Vancity. So I did. I left.

And what did I leave behind you ask? Hardcore drinkers, more than the likes Vancouverites could ever handle/imagine. Constant dirty looks from strangers as you pass walking down College st. esp. young girls who naturally have something to prove by messing up their face while making sure to make eye contact with you until you feel so uncomfortable that you make a fist just incase she jumps you from behind. Bar brawls that make you semi scared for your life, stabbings, the odd gun shot, guys hitting girls because their "that hardcore", all the while screaming "YOU DON'T KNOW ME, YOU DON'T KNOW WHO I KNOW"... no I don't, that's partially why were fighting. Bay street jerks in suits, cell phones glued to their ears, basically pointing and laughing at our homeless people, most whom have lost feet from the most bitter cold tempatures. Cold that stings your body for hours even after you seek warmth.

Ok, ok, ok. Yes most of the above I can live without. Minus the hardcore drinkers. But, I also left behind real people. People who tell you how they feel, what they think of you, people who aren't affraid. If they don't like you, you'll know. If they do you'll hang out. In Vancouver people have no opinions. They smile at you and chit chat about some ridiculous subject matter. The weather, current events, how the 50 waterfront bus is always late. BULLSHIT. Yes, people in Vancouver are laidback, but to what extent? It's almost comparable to a bunch of smiling "yes men" in a boardroom trying to impress the boss with kind words, acceptable body language, and facial expression to boot. So many thank-you's that can make a real Torontonian want to puke. What the fuck are you thanking me for?

And now I find myself at a point that I have become a conformist. I now thank the bus driver without question. I now don't tell people how I really feel about them to the point that I hang out with people I don't even really like to escape from my boredom. I'm so laid back, and it doesn't bother me... wtf??!!

I miss the slap of Toronto. I miss the stink of the city. I miss people being real, and when you're real you can really love one another. You cut all the shit outta your life without question. You hang out with people who have your back. People who will drink with you at the bar until you can barely see, and NOT JUDGE YOU FOR IT, and when you leave the bar and you run into some slut on College st. who's giving you a dirty look, you give her a dirty look back, and make sure she knows who the fuck she's dealing with. You partake in these lame bar brawls, even if you don't want to you never, ever, ever run away. You stare at the Bay st. suits, make them realize that they are not above you, the homeless, or any person, on this God forsaken earth. In Toronto you have friends. Not just people to hang out with.

Closing point, this city has so much potential. It's interesting, it's beautiful, it has a vibe. I just wish it had a soul.

What can I say?

Well, what can I say? It's 9:55pm on a Sunday, I'm drinking yet again. I'm thinking sometimes you just want to smoke a joint rather than a bowl. I'm thinking what else can you ask for in life but a set of good friends, people who don't judge you. Well, obviously they do, but they still understand you. They still get you. Even if you are _____. Whatever.
I'm thinking I'm watching "shy guy" circa 1947. Youtube it. Youtube.