A guy I know complained that I wasn't being a good friend. Didn't call him enough.
Said friendship was a two-way street.
A two-way street? With the traffic in this city? Are you ill?
My friendship doesn't ride on streets that are clogged with cars and trucks and buses and e-bikes and scooters and cold food in a bag and gunfire and broken down buses. Want me to call you? Sorry, this street is closed for repairs.
My friendship skills aren't even a one-way street.
They're better described by the Eglinton Crosstown LRT.
Sorry, not open yet. Still building. And if it opens, it's closed for repairs.
Talk soon.
