Day of Reckoning

So today I:

Stood in line for a foodie documentary, but didn’t get in.

Undeterred, I chose to placate said nutri-instincts and went for Thai food in the Annex.

Then, I went with the wife to go buy an overpriced purse (for her, not me [not that there's anything wrong with that]).

Following this, we walked to Kensington Market and sought out a small, independent latin grocery store, a bodega of sorts, in search of kind-of-cool-sorta-indie, underground chili peppers that you’ve probably never heard of.

Mission accomplished, we celebrated our victory with some locally-made, sustainable fruit-filled pie. Raspberry Peach.

After leaving the left-wing, eco-friendly sector, we went to Urban Outfitters, but found nothing to spend our trust-fund monies on. Your finances remain intact for another day, papa.

Then, I had a Starbucks. Yes, I consumed a corporation, not just a drink.

To cap things off, I went to another documentary which was the story of a group of Brooklynites trying to fight big business and city hall to save their block(s) from demolition and unjust corporate appropriation. Snide remarks aside, it was really fucking good.

I feel like over this 24 hr period, I’ve lived the early-twenties, just-out-of-university-with-no-job lifestyle, just a few years removed from being age-appropriate. Funnily enough, it wasn’t until I arrived home and contemplated my day that I started to hate myself. For the most part, today was still a good day.

Thank you Toronto. Thank you for turning me into the people I hate, and yearn to ignore on the street.

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