"I hate this little street urchin. He’s always pan handling on Bloor St. playing his ukulele and singing in this high pitched, nasally screech voice. I took this photo and he was like, "You need to pay me $5 for taking the photo or I will sue you." I told him I wasn’t gonna pay him shit. Plus, I’m not willing to give him any money because it’ll probably go towards the upkeep of the dumb blue highlights in his hair."
- Page 26 of Journal #4 (April 14th, 2000 - December 19th, 2000)