probstman
Mr.Wildpants
probstman

I was riding a packed Toronto subway and heard a loud noise. It was a burpy scream from a homeless man. He was yelling out the stops, one by one, as we passed them. “ST. GEORGE! KING STREET!” Everyone on the car rolled their eyes, as if to say “here we go.” There was an air of insanity and violence about the guy that