gnoll's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- subway 18 I was taking the subway along the bloor line heading west, past keele. It's always past keele that things begin to look a bit foreign to me as those stops never exist : jane, oldmill, theyre all gone. Though that stretch in the west end does seem familiar to the stretch between jane and oldmill as it's all elevated and unsheltered. It's just that the scenery seems closer to the browns line area. Anyway, I was heading west with a group of guys who kept trying to convince me that they were the inspiration for the movie "warriors" ..."warriors, come out and play, warr-iors, come out and and PLAYYEE!". I was taking pictures of them with my little camera trying not to piss them off by getting all in their faces and such. This friend of blair, miko was there. he kept bugging me about wanting to take a few of the pictures but i refused to hand him the camera cuz i knew he either drop it or try to pocket it after a few snaps and it'd take a while to get it back. you know, he'd say "all right all right, i'll give it back, just let me "borrow" it until tomorrow". a few minutes later a TTC dude came into our car from the one ahead and announced that this was the last stop and that the train was shutting down. When the doors opened at the stop everyone shuffled out and headed straight for the platform upstairs to see if the bus was there. No busses. Everyone then began to hoof it up the street to where the cabs were. a big foot race ensued seeing as there were only 2 or three available cabs in sight. Everyone was running down the middle of the street and a cop cruiser turned the corner heading towards the pack. I get out of the back seat of the cruiser, my uniform is a little too fitted and im not even qualified to carry a pistol yet. Our senior decides that we should split up and meet back at the police station for signout. It's a half hour walk to the station but i know a shortcut through oakmount park which'll probably knock off 5-10 minutes off. walking walking walking and we finally make it to the buildings by silverthorn collegiate. This area has become completely slum-like. lots of garbage and rusty shopping carts lying around. It's me, chris b, and danny l. danny has a cheap sk8 which for some reason he's decided to fit cheap office chair wheels onto instead of normal skate wheels. i've got a kickboard skooter that im little self conscious about. chris decides he want to sit down on this tall concrete slab so he can roll a joint. danny goes and sits with him while i take danny's sk8 and try to do some tricks. my first landing from an ollie makes the office chair wheels snap right off - danny shrugs. Around the corner i spot a really cool wheelchair and has sissy bars and a foot brake. naturally i take a seat only to have a pack of local kids hassling me to get out of the chair. over by the pool i see two chicks swimming topless. One of them looks like she's wearing a wig i lost the week before so i try to grab it off her head, then i see the actual wig i lost next to the pool so i let her go and walk over to pick it up. Before i can leave a big meaty hand grabs me by the collar. It's one of the topless chicks' boyfriends, he's pretty pissed out the wig incident and says he's gonna show me "what we do to people like you who come into our area and fuck around". He drags me over to some sort of playground area where they outdoor showers for people to cool off. The edges on all of the shower heads have had their edges sharpened into crude blades. knowing full well that he intends to slice my face up of the blades i struggle and finally manage to squirm out of his grip. I bolt for where i left the kickboard, find a BMX bike instead and take off down the street. Heading along the street i see a guy a block ahead going all ape yelling and throwing garbage cans, newspapers baxes, and debris he can get his hands on into the street. A cop car is in pursuit. I ditch the bike and head the rest of the way, to 123a medland street, on foot. Up the stairs, to my old room, out to the balcony, and start throwing all of the garbage thats pilled up over the last few months out onto the street. 1:46 p.m. - 2001-03-28 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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