An unlikely haven for a non-conformist to societal fads such as myself, yet I am happily perched atop my counter seat at Wendy’s Fast Food Restaurant near the corner of Yonge and College. Since it has become terribly uncouth to frequent (or at least to admit to frequenting) mega-corporation fast food restaurant chains such as this one, all the people in society that I find annoying (hipsters, gluten-free-bakeshop-seekers, yoga fanatics – just do it and shush up about it already – and other such ridiculous en masse persons) are not here. So while they excitedly chat to each other about the iPhone 6 in their laughably-long line-ups for an overpriced average-tasting Japanese cheesecake or a no foam skinny whatever degree shitshow latte, I enjoy a huge bay window view of passers-by in tranquility and, best part, with no pretentious, contrived bullshit.

That’s it. Here I am. Reading my book. Rant over. 😊