crackheads

In January 2007, I ventured from Prince Edward Island to Toronto on a 16 hour bus ride, with nothing more than a backpack. I’d never even been to Toronto.

I sat next to a girl from the city. I told her I was renting a room in Parkdale. “Um…,” she says. “I hope you like crackheads.”

My first priority in the City: Get an agent.