Archive for September, 2007
September 28, 2007
PHILIP
“Where were you?”
TONY
“I was in the garage. I was so sick that I couldn’t get up for two days. Then Doug brings me one of those expensive sodas in those little glass bottles. I have one sip and I just start ralphing, I mean I was doing it for 20 minutes. So Doug is holding this trash bag and telling me it smells really terrible, which it did but I couldn’t stop it. So I thought I had a stomach bug or something, but then I remembered that I’d eaten this huge meal just before I got sick, and it must all just’ve got blocked in there.
“Anyway, thank God it finally came out .
“Also I’ve now got this hernia here where my intestine bulges out [Tony displays a golf ball size lump below his solar plexus]. The doctors tried to fix it three times already but it just comes back out.”
Posted in big white telephone, blockage, come out, doctors, eating, garage, God, hernia, homeless, homelessness, intestines, mr clean, ralph, sick, soda, stomach bug, thank god | 2 Comments »
September 21, 2007
PHILIP
“Where were you the last few days?”
TONY
“You’ll never believe this. I fell asleep in back of a truck on Wednesday night, I think it was. So while I was sleeping, the driver drove up to Huntsville. I didn’t feel a bump, I was sleeping like log. So I woke up in Huntsville and then it took me two days get back here to Toronto.
PHILIP
“The driver didn’t know you were there?
TONY
“Nope. Nobody knew where I was except me.”
Posted in asleep, back, found, gone, Group of Seven, homeless, homelessness, huntsville, if a tree falls in the forest, lost, muskoka, Ontario, self awareness, sleeping like a log, Tom Thomson, Toronto, truck | 6 Comments »
September 17, 2007
PHILIP
“I didn’t see you at the [Roncesvalles] street festival this weekend.”
TONY
“Well, one of the cops asked me not to be in the festival area. You know, you can see his point; folks just want to be having fun at the festival. They don’t want to be bothered by a guy like me. Anyway, I told the cop it was no problem … he was just doing his job, just the same as I was doing mine. Then he goes and cracks me up when he says: ‘Yeah, but I prefer my job to yours.’
“You gotta agree with him on that one.”
Posted in Bob Woodward, Bush, comeback, cop, crack me up, dying of the light, Dylan Thomas, festival, fun, homeless, homelessness, Iraq, police, rage, Roncesvalles, see his point | 10 Comments »
September 9, 2007
TONY
“You know my friend you met the other day, you know the one, he’s homeless too. He’s looking really bad; I think his body’s about to give out on him, if you know what I mean. He’s into the mouthwash again. I don’t know how he can drink that stuff. Anyway, he’s killing himself, and there’s nothing I can do about it.”
Posted in drinking, friend, homeless, homelessness, killing himself, mouthwash, nothing I can do, Socrates, Socratic Method | 5 Comments »
Homeless Man Speaks 