There I was drowsily rushing to get to my school library on a steamy Friday afternoon, passing the same old streets, down Victoria and passing Gould, which was, this time, blocked off with caution tape?
It was just steps away from the Ryerson bookstore where the embedded bricks right above Tatami sushi had (for lack of a better word) crumbled off. I'm guessing that the building is just falling apart, nooo big deal.
Can you believe that such a thing could happen, not in the suburbs or a ghetto area, but right in our own Ryerson neighbourhood? Luckily, no one was injured (because now we can just laugh about it and not feel guilty for finding this quite hilarious).