Impatient for the TTC, I ran. Dufferin, Ossington, Grace(Christie), Bathurst, Spadina, they flew by. Dundas, College, somehow I'm at Bloor. Look at me go, endorphins battling alcohol on the issue of sobriety. What's left is a sort of clear perception surrounded by fog. As soon as the heart slows and the lungs return to your regularly scheduled
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