What does it feel like when your soul is dying?
Last winter semester I covered crime in Rexdale for the campus paper. That's basically Jane and Finch. I covered murders, muggings and the rest in the lead-up to what became the "Year of the Gun" or whatever nauseating tagline has been attached to this statistical blip in Toronto this year. But the real fun came this fall when the crime rate continued to spike. The reporter on that beat now is getting all sorts of excellent stories.
And I'm jealous and antsy because I'm missing out.
And I'm jealous and antsy because I'm missing out.
