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 God, big white telephone, blockage, come out, doctors, eating, garage, hernia, homeless, homelessness, intestines, mr clean, ralph, sick, soda, stomach bug, thank god | 2 Comments »
September 26, 2007
PHILIP
I’m looking for Tony. Tomorrow, he and I are participating in a 10am class at University of Toronto. Please have him call me at 416.930.5648. Thanks.
Posted in Jesse James, Tony, University of Toronto, homelessness, psychic rewards, thanks, wanted | 6 Comments »
September 25, 2007
TONY
“Did you print out the blog comments for me? I think my sister’s going to send me a message.”
Posted in did you, ear to the ground, message, sister | 1 Comment »
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 Group of Seven, Ontario, Tom Thomson, Toronto, asleep, back, found, gone, homeless, homelessness, huntsville, if a tree falls in the forest, lost, muskoka, self awareness, sleeping like a log, 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, Dylan Thomas, Iraq, Roncesvalles, comeback, cop, crack me up, dying of the light, festival, fun, homeless, homelessness, police, rage, see his point | 10 Comments »
September 12, 2007
TONY
“You see this coin? I thought someone gave me a loonie until I took a look at it. I gotta say I’ve never seen one of these before but it’s a good idea.”
Posted in coin, coin of the realm, good ideas, homeless, homelessness, just say no, just say yes, loony, one buck | 2 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 Socrates, Socratic Method, drinking, friend, homeless, homelessness, killing himself, mouthwash, nothing I can do | 5 Comments »
September 8, 2007
Posted in Tony, blog, reading, reflection | 1 Comment »
September 3, 2007
PHILIP
“What are you up to?”
TONY
“I’m tending my garden; what do you think?”
PHILIP
“So what’s with the new plants?”
TONY
“Some idiot went and pulled up half my plants last night. So I’m replanting like you see. I gotta keep my garden growing.”
Posted in garden, growing, growth, homelessness, idiot, renewing, replanting, some idiot, weeding | 1 Comment »
