“Let me sleep all night in your soul kitchen
Warm my mind near your gentle stove
Turn me out and I'll wander baby
Stumblin' in the neon groves.”
- Jim Morrison

It was a typical sticky Toronto summer night. We stayed out ‘til 6am and made out on the front steps of old city hall. As the sun was coming up and the haircuts started to hit the streets in their jogging attire he put me on the streetcar, westbound. I called in sick to work that day and woke up just in time to get Thai take out for dinner.