I was leaving the Nestor’s Market at Abbott & West Pender this evening when I was confronted with this:
For the love of God, please sit up or buy a belt!
You’d think this guy was an average junkie/crazy of the DTES, but when I passed by (in a rush) I saw he was wearing those expensive, stupid-looking Armani sunglasses and talking on a Blackberry. You’d think he could also afford a belt and/or underwear and so save my eyes from, well, this. I know it seems weird for me to stop and take a picture, but it only took a second and I’m of the school of thought that says if I had to be subjected to this, you should be too.
