A rich guy driving a hot Jag got out of his car and pissed on my street corner. That’s when I decided to start this blog.
I wouldn’t piss on a street corner in Yorkville. I wouldn’t piss on a corner in Jane-Finch. I wouldn’t piss on anyone’s corner. I was furious—I still am furious—that some motherfucker thought he could piss on mine.
My wife and I are raising two beautiful kids in Weston, and I want to make it better.