Yeah those scary racists. Reality is most people don't even look at you when you're out in public. Everyone's in their own bubble. If there's an argument between strangers, it's usually just two or more assholes just being assholes about asshole things. I remember standing in front of Canada Place on Jasper Ave. waiting for that stupid number 3 bus to come. There was/is a bar beside what used to be the Hardware Grill, and it's really sketchy, so there was always some riffraff around there. Two guys approached yelling "Hey! Hey you! I beat up white people for a living!" Getting closer and closer, trying to be frightening (and drunk). Right up in my face, "Did you hear me boy! I said I beat up white people for a living!" And I just smiled and said, "Don't worry man, I'm not white, I'm Ukrainian." Put his fist out and wants a fist bump, so I obliged. Then the other guy started saying, "Hey I'm Ukrainian too!" But he wasn't... I could tell. Everyone left happy. No problems.

Man I miss that place. I'm having dejavu. Did we already have this conversation? I remember you telling me about that accent. Or maybe you didn't. I don't know.

Did I already tell you that story?