I've been on the Lansdowne strip for a little over 10 years now. It'd be an understatement to say it's got a bad reputation.
But it's true, flowers do grow on Lansdowne. They also grow in my brain, hence my thoughts below.
I draw inspiration from the tired, worn out faces, subway station stink, abandoned storefronts and family values of this hidden gem of an avenue.
Please have a visit.....actually, better yet, fuck off and stay away.
This one's a real Whodunnit.
I'd be all Vincent Gallo with this shit. Write, direct, star and score this flick.