Me and the Street... at one or at war?
Having lived in the GTA my whole life, I have spent considerable amounts of time downtown Toronto. More so now, considering I attend Ryerson. Now I have had many a great time downtown; from my early times running around Yonge and Eglinton, to the glory days of 279 at Yonge and Dundas Square. In these many years, there have been all sorts of crazy times, and crazy things that have happened to me. Stories that could fill a book. But one particular incident stands out in my mind, so well. This is a story that you might hear in the " It happened to a friend of a friend of mine..." format, but in this case, I am shamed, proud, slightly amused (ok greatly amused), to say that this, happened to me.So Ryan and his band Quip had just played a show at the Rocket Club. http://www.quiprocks.com This night had been a good one, and after the show, the guys of Quip, and Liz, Irene, and I decide we are kinda hungry. Now someone in the group decides that we need to go hunting for a Shopsy's Deli where one never existed. So we take off on the start of a very long journey. Now as we are walking, we pass various banks, and as people go by they take out money if needed. Finally we get to the giant TD Canada Trust bank on Yonge, near Richmond. So some of us stop to get cash out, myself in that group. So as we are starting to walk away from the bank (going Southbound to King), a few people are ahead, and a group of us are further back. We were just talking and having a good laugh, when a homeless guy begins to approach coming north down Yonge. This guy is OLD, all white haired, with a crazy beard... defianantly no rookie to the streets. So he gets through the first group with no problem, he gets to ours, and mumbles something about spare change.
I put my nicest face on, smile, say no and apologize. (Now he knows we obviously have money, considering this guy would have TOTALLY seen us at the bank machines). So just as I do my smile/apologize I turn around to keep walking, when all of a sudden....*WHOMP/THUD!!!!!!!!*
The homeless man, the very old homeless man, had punched me. Right in the back of my head; hard, quite HARD. There was a very resounding sound of fist to noggin action. As people heard the thud, they turn around in horror to see what was happening. I turn quickly to see the guy RUNNING, with haste, down Yonge Street.
So I TOOK off, running, caught up, and gave him a quick taste of his own medicine.
Oh HOW I wish that was actually how the story goes, but no. I did not go after him. I did not even yell at him. I laughed. My head really hurt, but I just laughed. I laughed until I fell, into a heap of chuckles, on the ground of one of Toronto's busiest streets. I didn't know what else to do.
Of course everyone was quite flabbergasted at what had happened. I mean it isn't like everyday, some homeless guy, punches you or someone you are with, in the back of the head with force, for no apparent reason.
Regardless, I swear I have seen him around that area after that day, but he came and went so fast, I would never be sure if it was actually him. I still think of that day, EVERYTIME I pass that bank.
What to do: Karaoke at the Old Triangle tonight... yes please.
posted by passionflake @ 9:14 PM
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