Back when Broken Social Scene’s ‘You Forgot It In People’ was the cool CD to own and the Nokia Flip Phone wasn’t a thing yet, I graduated from Brock University with a degree in English Literature. I dreamed about being a cool screenwriter slash novelist. I was going to type up something great like Mean Streets or Taxi Driver. I was going to pen the next ‘Breakfast of Champions’. My future prospects looked great. They just weren’t looking at me.
As many of you know, I grew up in St. Catharines, a city that was once home to a thriving General Motors, which is now just a red-bricked tombstone from those golden years. After bouncing between poor paying jobs in Niagara, I hit the QEW and headed towards Toronto with big dreams, no cash, all the time in world and miles of road ahead.
I ended up renting a small basement apartment near Eglinton and Laird. The house was located in the affluent neighbourhood of Leaside – the ol’ stomping ground of Stephen Harper. The place where he probably dreamed of being the Prime Minister of Canada.
The first part-time job I got in Toronto was washing dishes …
Author: Ryan Di Francesco / Blue Jays Nation