Drinking Beer on the Public Train Toronto Canada Travel

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Drinking Beer on the Train
#Alcohol #Travel #Woman

Welcome to Toronto, Canada, where rude, drunk, drugged up people will bring you unforgettable days 🙂

Will also bring you extreme STRESS

This woman occupied two seats in a crowded train during rush hour. I was curious as to why no one asked her (or he, she, they….this is Toronto Canada, you don’t know what “gender” someone is, and I think maybe we don’t even have a gender system in Canada anymore) to make room for another person to sit. Finally, after about 4 stops someone asked her to make way. It wasn’t till the end of her (of she, they, he, they) ride that I noticed this “person” chugging beer out of a can.

No security, no police, no one said anything, and this is everything that’s wrong in Toronto, Canada, and American Western countries. People don’t stick up for each other.

This person should NOT be drinking alcohol in a public area no matter what!!!! ITS ILLIGAL!!!! A drunk person walking around town can be a danger to anyone of us, so why didn’t anyone notify security or police???? Why aren’t their cameras on most trains going eastbound in Toronto? Is that the “ghetto” side of town? I guess that would explain why the drinking on the train during rush hour was “acceptable” LOL

Would you believe me if I told you a broken beer bottle has been on the sidewalk at Subway station in Toronto for the last 7 days? Broken glass!!! No one could have cleaned up that dangerous glass? Broken glass can be noticed all over town, that should tell you how rampant alcohol abuse is, but I’m sure the government of all levels in Canada are aware of this “problem” and “addiction”, and they have chosen to profit by it by opening up more liquor stores all over the city. SHAME!!!!

Stay safe people. Stay away from anything and anyone that hurt you. Watch over each other. We are in this world together. Having this person, or any person punished for drinking in public will not only make our city safer, it may just be the catalyst they need to get back on the rode to an addiction free life.
Coach George Tsanis

Message
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash & The Furious Five Featuring Melle Mel and Duke Bootee

It’s like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin’ under
Broken glass everywhere
People pissin’ on the stairs, you know they just don’t care
I can’t take the smell, can’t take the noise
Got no money to move out, I guess I got no choice
Rats in the front room, roaches in the back
Junkies in the alley with a baseball bat
I tried to get away but I couldn’t get far
‘Cause a man with a tow truck repossessed my car
Don’t push me ’cause I’m close to the edge
I’m trying not to lose my head
It’s like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin’ under
Standin’ on the front stoop hangin’ out the window
Watchin’ all the cars go by, roarin’ as the breezes blow
Crazy lady, livin’ in a bag
Eatin’ outta garbage pails, used to be a fag hag
Said she’ll dance the tango, skip the light fandango
A Zircon princess seemed to lost her senses
Down at the peep show watchin’ all the creeps
So she can tell her stories to the girls back home
She went to the city and got so so seditty
She had to get a pimp, she couldn’t make it on her own
Don’t push me cause I’m close to the edge
I’m trying not to lose my head
It’s like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin’ under
It’s like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin’ under
My brother’s doin’ bad, stole my mother’s TV
Says she watches too much, it’s just not healthy
All My Children in the daytime, Dallas at night
Can’t even see the game or the Sugar Ray fight
The bill collectors, they ring my phone
And scare my wife when I’m not home
Got a bum education, double-digit inflation
Can’t take the train to the job, there’s a strike at the station
Neon King Kong standin’ on my back
Can’t stop to turn around, broke my sacroiliac
A mid-range migraine, cancered membrane
Sometimes I think I’m goin’ insane
I swear I might hijack a plane!
Don’t push me ’cause I’m close to the edge
I’m trying not to lose my head
It’s like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin’ under
It’s like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin’ under
A child is born with no state of mind
Blind to the ways of mankind
God is smilin’ on you but he’s frownin’ too
Because only God knows what you’ll go through
You’ll grow in the ghetto livin’ second-rate
And your eyes will sing a song called deep hate
The places you play and where you stay
Looks like one great big alleyway
You’ll admire all the number-book takers
Thugs, pimps and pushers and the big money-makers
Drivin’ big cars, spendin’ twenties and tens
And you’ll wanna grow up to be just like them, huh
Smugglers, scramblers, burglars, gamblers
Pickpocket peddlers, even panhandlers
You say I’m cool, huh, I’m no fool
But then you wind up droppin’ outta high school
Now you’re unemployed, all non-void
Walkin’ round like you’re Pretty Boy Floyd
Turned stick-up kid, but look what you done did
Got sent up for a eight-year bid
Now your manhood is took and you’re a Maytag
Spend the next two years as a undercover fag
Bein’ used and abused to serve like hell
‘Til one day, you was found hung dead in the cell
It was plain to see that your life was lost
You was cold and your body swung back and forth
But now your eyes sing the sad, sad song
Of how you lived so fast and died so young so
Don’t push me ’cause I’m close to the edge
I’m trying not to lose my head
It’s like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin’ under
It’s like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin’ under

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