Archive for the 'death' Category

Way back when

January 10, 2008

Canada’s Coat-of-Arms

PHILIP
“Do you know, Oscar Peterson died?”

TONY
“Yup. Let me tell you, I remember Oscar Petersen. He was something. He was one of those great Canadians.”

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Assassinating Benazir Bhutto

December 27, 2007

Benazir Bhutto

PHILIP
“Did you hear that Benazir Bhutto was just assassinated?”

TONY
“Yeah, someone just told me about that. I bet you President Bush caused it somehow.”

Beige existence

December 22, 2007

Tony’s new coat

TONY
“A lady I know, her father died so she brought me down his coat to see if it would fit me. Nice, eh.”

My friends all drive Porsches, I must make amends

November 13, 2007

Trojan porsche

TONY
“Phil, you should hear what happened to me Saturday night:

I was paying my respects to Silvio, the homeless guy who got killed in September down at King and Ronces, the guy I told you about and we wrote in the blog. So I got on my bike and I start coughing and coughing and coughing, you know, because of my pneumonia. Anyway, I was riding down King Street while I was coughing my ass off — guess who comes around the corner down near Dufferin? I’ll tell you who came around the corner. It was that same fire truck from 426 Division, you know the one that saved me from being run over last winter and it’s also the same one that ran over my friend a few months back. So I nearly hit this truck — but I don’t — but there’s this car behind the truck and this car is totally new, shined up and everything. Plus, believe it or not, it’s a new Porsche 911. I’m not kidding you. So I try to miss hitting the Porsche but I wiped out, into into the back quarter panel. So, of course, the guy gets out of the car, of course he’s pissed at me, and I’m telling you, he’s six-foot-something and he’s got biceps that could crack walnuts. So he looks at down me and says: ‘I know you. You’re homelessmanspeaks.com.’ So he’s was pretty nice to me considering but now I owe him $100.”

Still life with flowers

October 25, 2007

Still life with flowers

TONY
“You remember I told you about that homeless guy who got killed maybe a month ago? You know, Silvio, the one who lived in that park just south of Queen and Roncesvalles. Anyway, I just went by there and those flowers that people left on his bench are still sitting there. It’s pretty sad; probably the first time he got flowers is when he died.”

Lord of the flies

October 3, 2007

Spider and the fly

TONY
“We’re losing another homeless guy.”

PHILIP
“Who’s that?”

TONY
“You remember when I told you about the homeless guy up the street, the guy who was drinking mouthwash?  He’s in the hospital — has been for 3 days now. The doctors figure for sure he ain’t coming out of that hospital on his own steam, if you know what I mean.”

PHILIP
“How do you know this?”

TONY
“I spoke one of his other friends last night. The guy says that everyone’s done whatever they could to help the guy, but his insides were totally rotted out. You know, we’re just falling like flies now.”

The power of meth

April 18, 2007

Meth

TONY
“So I’m staying in this house; it’s been abandoned on account of my friend dying there. It was the meth that did it.

“I’m sitting there in front of a clock-radio and I hear this creak, creak, creak. I check the whole house but everything’s locked so no one coulda got in.

“I sit down again and in comes this aura kind of thing. I know it’s my dead friend. My friend writes out the name of the guy who got him the meth in the plaster dust on the floor. By now I’m really scared and I’ve got goose bumps on my goose bumps.”

PHILIP
“Were you high or something?”

TONY
“No. I was totally clean; that’s why I was so scared.”

Death and menace

March 11, 2007

The jailed bard

TONY (written while he was in jail)
“Forget the loneliness, here in jail, all you hear about is how someone is going to kill the guy who put him in here, and that’s the only thing you hear all day, everyday. I go to the chapel when I can but it still doesn’t help the loneliness or anything else.

“To me, I feel like I’m wasting other people’s time and letting them down. I need to talk to someone so I don’t feel like I’m always going crazy, with all this talk of killing people all around me.

Jail is all about death and I feel like I’m dying myself too.”

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