I know I held out on you all. And I’m not a holder-out. So, that unsavoury thing:

I was walking back to U of T from the pharmacy where I’d gotten my prescription filled.

There was a guy lying on the OISE lawn. I looked over. “Gee,” I said to myself. “His pants are awfully low. It almost looks like they’re undone.”

Then I said to myself, “Hey, why is he putting his hand there — Oh.”

My delicate sensibilities? Shocked.