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| - When I was a teenager and first started hanging out in Toronto, away from the suburbs, I would come to Future's. It represented for me a hub, away from home, where bohemian freedom and individuality were alive, not squelched by fear, lethargy and money. It was a place to go and read, have a fine coffee, gaze at the glass case of gourmet cakes, or sample the hot, cheap food at the cafeteria in the back. Sometimes I just got a giant plate of garlic mashed potatoes. Other times, I'd bring a friend and we'd sit and get buzzed on the outdoor patio. It was a great summer destination. I met several people here, and read and wrote a whole lot. This is where I sat and struggled through the first 20 pages of Nietzsche, wondering how it could be true that we were all philosophers by our human nature?! This is where I tried to read, and like, free city arts rags, thinking it would make me a better writer, but never fully succeeded. There always seemed to be too much ego, big words and self-indulgence going on for it to matter much to the rest of us. At any rate, Future's was a place where I was preparing for my future, testing other molds and modes of being, and people- watching to learn how others lived and loved - both with and without much.
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