I used to work a lot of long and strange hours maybe 5 or more years ago. Easily 12 to 14 hours every day and often would finish at 11 p.m. or later. Often, I would be hungry and would drive over to Yonge and Gerrard to hit "the Big Slice". If you got a slice that was just out of the oven, it was great. I used to park my car on Gerrard and walk over. Right where this man was killed. So I know the area very very well. There were always dirt-bags hanging out on the street, especially at the Big Slice. They would sit in the doorway, they would come in and pan handle, or they would just be sitting inside the joint. It was a huge pain in the ass and no-one who worked there seemed to do too much about it. (As futile as swatting flies I guess.) I used to think that if they played classical music inside the place instead of rap music that it would drive the dirt bags away, but I suppose it would have driven the customers away.
Anyway, the area was always "edgy". That's the best way I can describe it. Didn't matter what time of year, summer, winter, fall or spring. It always had that same vibe to it. Strange given where it was - right downtown, Eaton Centre, Ryerson. But also Covenant House, dive bars, porn peep shows, and yes, ironically, the Big Slice (which really seemed to be the epicenter of it all).
It doesn't completely surprise me that something like this happened here, but it still shocks me. (If that makes any sense.) It's such a waste of a talented man. The guy was highly educated, teaching others, and doing cancer research and he's killed over what? And to be stabbed to death as well. Brutal way to go.
Could have been me, could have been you, could have even been Twizz, could have been anyone just out for a walk. Just a guy minding his own business.