Currently, I'm living in a place called Kingston, Ontario,
which is a college town kind of more
or less at the top of Interstate 81,
on the other side of the border, of course.
But it's a pretty good place.
But the bums there all know who I
am.
So they'll go, you know, they'll be there like,
I need a spare change,
hey, I know you, you know.
And then we have a chat, of course,
because that's what you do.
I'm not sure what it means
that those are the people
that are my demographic
in the town I live in.
But anyway, they are, apparently.
And well, the ones who talk to me,
I guess.
One time I was riding my bicycle
along a busy street in Toronto,
and someone on the side of the road
yelled out, I hate your music!
It was disturbing, but refreshing.
But the bums in Kingston don't say that,
so far anyway. They're like,
oh yeah, you're really great,
yeah, I have all your CDs.
Yeah, right, if you have all my CDs,
what are you doing
asking for money on the sidewalk?
Anyway,
I downloaded everything you've ever done.