Flowers From a Wino's Garden

In my memories and dreams I still walk the streets of Cabbagetown. Now an older man trying to capture something of my youth to explain to you those feelings of rock bottom loneliness and hunger, as I walk away from that old apartment, I am changed. I am different – for now, I know what love is. It seems so simple to me, but was very difficult for my family. They were incapable of love. I understand that now.