Please take note that the following post has strong language.
I’m sitting on some rocks at Spadina and Bloor with headphones on. A guy rolls up on a bike with an intense stare, so I take off my headphones and he tells me it’s his birthday.
“Happy birthday, man,” I say.
“You got a quarter?”
He gets right in my face and says, “Cheap, fucking, white, honky.”
“Hey, bud!” I say, and I look around the busy intersection instead of his eyes.
“You want to fight?” He asks.
I say no, and he grabs my backpack. I rip it out of his hands, “Fuck off!”
“What are you going to about it?”
“Nothing,” I say, but now I’m staring at him just as intensely as he’s starring at me.
“Thought so,” he says, and rides off.