birds of a feather...

after a leisurely weekend up at the cottage in the meaf, i’ve come home to toronto, which was more than obvious by the site of a homely hot dog vendor picking up a pigeon and forcing it to make friends with him as i sucked upon my morning cigarette enroute to work… the bird flew away with fury as soon as he had the chance and the vendor simply dusted off his hands and went back to feeding the people of the world... man, I love this city…