My twin brother, C, and I were riding the Rocket last night on our way to a rock concert.
We were sitting quietly, absorbing all the goodness the TTC had to offer--soaking it up before Monday morning, when it'll all be gone--and enjoying each other's company.
We're close.
I noticed an old Asian fellow seated to C's right elbow. He was dressed in a brand new, brilliant yellow raincoat, making him hard to miss. But I had noticed, long before his raincoat, the pair of handcuffs clapped on to his right wrist. Both bracelets clasped firmly to the same wrist.
I nudged C to check it out.
He started to snicker.
Dude was either ready for some freaky, KINKY shit to go down--any time, any where--or had been arrested by a Newfie Police Officer.
N- "Shor', you'll be comin' wit me now. B'y Jasus! Where the feck did that ol'Asian feller go?! An' he got me 'cuffs as well!! The fecker!"
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