cdr108
Senior Member
Unfortunately my costume is way too skimpy to be worn outdoors. Actually, that seems to happen every year. But isn't that what gay hallowe'en is all about?
as they say with alot of things ... less is more ....
Unfortunately my costume is way too skimpy to be worn outdoors. Actually, that seems to happen every year. But isn't that what gay hallowe'en is all about?
Oh, he'll be back.
Anyone hitting up the Halloweek festivities tomorrow night? Church st. is always a great time on Halloween.
Tomorrow's Too Late
Jelani Laws
The summer’s heat Sunday, July 29th, 2007, persuaded me to open my back door. My mother came downstairs quite angry—the time was 3:15 am, and the television was blaring.
At this time 25-year old Michael George would probably have been driving north on Morningside Avenue towards his girlfriend’s house, unaware of the imminent danger that awaited him.
She fumed about the open backdoor. I refused to feel unsafe to open my backdoor.
Completely justified, I left the door open. It was shortly after, that five gun shots went off as if the gun itself was inside my head.
Living near the intersection of Morningside and Finch, gunshots were regular this summer. This was the third time in three weeks my family was awakened by these illegal firearms.
In a frantic panic, I instinctively locked the backdoor and ran upstairs to safety. I checked that each member of my family was accounted for—they were in a state of shock. To feel this unsafe in your own home is a crime in itself.
It was 3:30 am and the police were now arriving.
As the sirens bellowed up Morningside Avenue, I stood on my front lawn and watched paramedics perform C.P.R on a gun shot victim.
The paramedics moved the victim onto a stretcher then placed him in the Ambulance. However, the ambulance did not proceed to the hospital.
The minutes passed by as if they were days. The police told those who watched that the paramedics would stabilize the victim before they would proceed to the hospital.
A black Pontiac sped down the road and 3 people rushed out with desperation.
The mother, the father and the sister—all distraught beyond the most delicate state of vulnerability.
The father ran up to one of the police officers, and interrogated them anxiously.
“That’s my son in there!”
A deep sadness came over me as I heard the passion and distress in his voice. The minutes passed as if they were days. The father paced back and forth.
“His name is Michael,” he whispered.
I went inside and got him a glass of water. He paced back and forth as his son lay inside the ambulance fighting for his life.
The minutes passed by as if they were days. The anxiety was contagious, and many of the neighbours wept.
A special investigator slowly walked over and spoke to the father, in a voice too faint to be heard.
It would soon be evident what was said.
“I lost my son!”
I witnessed a young man lose his life and the images of his family are burnt into the back of my mind.
People don’t quite realize the reality of the issue until they watch the events unravel as I did on that Sunday morning.
Toronto is a safe city in many respects. In fact it’s the safest large city on the continent. However, if you walk down Dundas near Parliament at midnight and have the delusional impression that no harm will come to you, then obviously a statistic has been misinterpreted.
In Malvern, many people have The Gangster Mentality. It is a small ratio of the populous, however this does not mean that the problem is non-existent whatsoever.
There is a problem, but if we continue to compare ourselves to the United States to determine the status of crime in Toronto, our problems will remain unresolved.
Toronto is not Sao Paulo or Mexico City, but you cannot compare statistics to exonerate crimes committed in the city.
It all relies on perspective. The problem is much more real to one who resides in Regent Park as opposed Riverdale.
Trouble usually only find those who seek it, and the majority of the murders are of active criminals. However people in these neighbourhoods have their quality of life significantly affected by this small minority.
When I look back, I’ll always remember that the nightly news is not a cheap episode of C.S.I.
Until many of the politicians witness these types of events for themselves—victims will remain only numbers.
Waiting one day can possibly mean one more life lost to mindless violence. We must act today to ensure the lives of tomorrow.
God I wanted to murder someone waiting in line at Buddies this Halloween. You think they'd expect crowds now that Crews is gone. But they still have no way to control the line whatsoever. Just buy a few stantions, problem solved.
Zelda's looks like it's ready to open ahead of schedule. The window coverings are down and it looks like they're just tying up loose ends.
Its open now - unreal how fast they moved. Good for them.
I'm skeptical that they will survive there. The patio made Zelda's.