I'm dragging out scrap metal from this bar onto the street. I'm putting in 2 roof top units while the rest of the bar is getting totally renovated. I go out the front door and everyone I see is my age, but walking down the street looking like they should 20 years ago. It's like they never left this area but updated their clothes but still look like they should be still clubbing.

Kinda depressing, because I felt like I was hauling scrap metal to my pickup truck,...even though I was actaully doing a job at the Velvet Underground in Toronto.

Such an odd feeling to feel like I was homeless person while I was working.