Robert Robert Robert
I walk down Railway.
Two blocks later I find your house.
It smells like pot, cigarettes, and cats.
For some reason it's comforting.
My only friend in this town.
Thank you Robert.
Thanks for being really fast, and loving techno.
Thank you for riding your bike downtown with a boombox on your back.
Thank you for showing me the upside down pentagram at that church.
Mm.
I miss Toronto.
But Robert makes this trashy town seem a little warmer.
even in the snow.