Vaughan
Met up with a childhood friend tonight in the neighbourhood where we spent the first year of university together. We haven’t actually hung out as friends in probably over 20 years though we sporadically kept in touch through our old high school friend group.
Had a few drinks and reminisced and bitched about the state of the world. About how many people don’t understand history, don’t see the cycles and parallels to the 1930s. And how many also do, but are firmly committed to just holding on to their piece of the pie.
We've grown to become pretty different people, our politics are probably different too, but we share a history. Walking through a park in Toronto as young teens with a boombox blaring Alice in Chains. And that history counts for something. That history counts for a lot.