somehow in the complete destruction that city caused me,
i still long for it.
like the beauty that rises out of the ash.
toronto. you beat me up, you spit me out and you gave me some of the best friends and best memories of my life.
to that i thank you for.
now, who wants nachoes and pitchers of beer at sneeky dees, a dirty $10 hardcore show at the kathedral and waffles at tequila bookworm?
december, my friends. december.
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