Driving through the phone sex industry wasteland that is Dundas and Carlaw I made my way up to Gerrard St. and noticed a building I had long forgotten about. It’s been this way for years, at least for as long as I can remember, and I have no idea who it belongs to. I’ve never seen anyone there, but I wonder who painted this.

I just love buildings like this. They give a crappy neighbourhood some personality. Crazy personality, but personality nonetheless.