May 17

Went out walking south down Spadina today, getting to know my new neighborhood.

Got about fifty yards down the street, and a twenty-ish guy on a bike rides up slowly behind me, and then steers alongside me:

“Hey, you know where I can get some good weed?”

“No, sorry.”

He cycles on past.

Well, that didn’t take long. Back when I was living at Dundas and Sherbourne, just off the red-light district in Toronto, I used to get approached to buy or sell around once a month. Could have made a very nice second income, had I been so inclined.

The thing is, I know I look like a total stoner, but I’m really not. And just because I’ve got long hair doesn’t make me a drug dealer.

Why, what are you looking to score?

Kidding.