Vershun’s Brain Dump

It was a cool day in Toronto on September 5th and I was working diligently in a coffee shop on Queen street.  I anxiously checked my e-mail every 5 minutes, waiting for the lady I had met the day prior to give me my moving in information for the next day.  I was particularly looking forward to showering since for the past 2 nights of hostel sleeping I didn’t remove more clothing than my shoes.  I was, in a word, smellygross.  Due to the Toronto Film Festival I couldn’t find either a hostel nor a hotel for under $200 a night within the city for the weekend.  I figured one night on a park bench wouldn’t kill me (the night wouldn’t, people might), and I would be rewarded to my own place for the next week when I woke up.

Well.

It started to rain a bit, and regardless of my million and a half calls she would not pick up.  I assumed that I didn’t have a place to stay then, so I was bitching to Lindsey and decided that I’d roll back down to Indiana for a day or two.  Got there at 3-4 AM or so and we hung out for a few hours before I left and passed out in a church parking lot (thanks for the free bed… God).

Later that day I received an e-mail from Toronto lady saying she had filled the room.  Thanks lady, I hate your fucking face.

So I spent a little less than a week in Mishawaka, generally staying at the Bates Motel (nicknamed by Lindsey for the motel in Psycho) by night, working at Panera Bread during the day (see post about umbrella below), and hanging out with Lindsey, her 3 year old son Dom, and her mother in the evenings.

If you have never seen pics of Lindsey (Magik), first off, welcome to the internet.  Secondly, she’s cute.

Good moments:

Lindsey completely missing the bar stool and falling on her ass right after sassing the hell out of me.  Then spilling her drink all over herself that I discretely told the bartender to “put as little alcohol as you can in there.”  That whole night was awesome actually.

Dom making me painfully aware of the amount I smoke when I legitimately lost a “catch me” game outside.

Lindsey’s Mom’s ex husband and bar stories.

Hunger cravings.

Accidental cash donations to drugs stores.

A few days in Dom gave up the pretense of asking what’s in my pockets and just started reaching in there.  Awkward.

(Probably will be arrested for that pic).

However, he did get his hands on my camera and clumbsily took a few pictures that turned out pretty decent.

Dom’s tiny photo gallery:

I would like to thank Dom, Linds, and her mom for letting me hang out and letting a filthy, disgusting vagrant into your home (not me, I let him in when yall were sleeping in exchange for some crack).