The Bloody Doors Off

Well, no, we can’t.

Context: they’re filming a movie outside the building I’m working on contract. I got held up on the corner this evening coming back from grabbing dinner, as they set a rehearsal where a mob run about in a panic. (Think it’s the Godzilla sequel?) And some guy near me, also disrupted from wherever he was headed, said that to his buddy, obviously miffed that they couldn’t be extras in the scene.

And that was my response. Not that I don’t like New Yorkers, or New York. It’s a great city; but Toronto, you ain’t New York.

Some days I think about leaving. I wonder if I’d be happier elsewhere.

Happy’s difficult on a good day. Would a change of cities make a difference?

Doubt it. I wish I knew something that would.