Today while walking back down Ouellette after lunch with Pat
at Basil Court, I saw a man slap himself in the face seven times
hard. He tumbled out of the TD Bank, wigged out, then jumped
on his bicycle and took off in the rain. Many times I have wanted
to slap myself in the face after coming out of a bank too.
Downtown Windsor has become a place where all the sad souls gather;
a concrete island of misfits. Sometimes I feel like I am only
one screaming fit, one anti-depressant, one paycheck away
from being there too.
What is happening in your downtown?
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