Hrere's a fun story.
Tonight, at around 8PM, I was walking to a restaurant near the intersection of Bloor and Spadina to go to a friends birthday dinner, and on the way I saw some crazy/cracked out guy, who I'm guessing was homeless, and I'm certain was poor, go completely fucking batshit in the middle of what is a fairly busy street. The guy was yelling some nonsense and throwing bottles of orange juice at random people at the entrance of a little food market when I first noticed him. Then he ran out and stopped traffic in the westbound lane, and started banging on the hood of some guys mini van. When the dude in the van tried to back up and drive around him, the bum ripped off the windshield wiper and started bashing the hood and windshield with it, still screaming gibberish at the top of his lungs.
By the time I got about 30 yards past the whole fiasco, the cops showed up and I'm assuming they hauled him off to spend the night in the drunk tank, which is about all the cops ever do to people like that up here.
Delta Bingo FTW.
Hamilton is just a white trash, blue collar town for the most part, but the decrepit downtown core can be a pretty nasty place late at night. It certainly can't compare with somewhere like Detroit, but it's not the safest place either. There's very little gun crime, but there are a lot of assaults and petty crimes.
Maybe I need to adjust your attitude. HAHA!
Seriously, though, I doubt I'm as tough as some of these bastards that have spent years at the edge of survival and are so used to getting the shit beat out of them that it would barely phase them. Because of the hours I worked, I spent a lot of time walking downtown at night, alone, on mostly empty streets, and I wasn't about to take any chances.



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