Boxing Day shooting at Yonge and Dundas
Sam The Record Man was playing the Beatles' Long And Winding Road just minutes after Jane Creba was fatally shot by a stray bullet on Boxing Day.
I had just crossed over from the west side of Yonge and was inside HMV. I missed the whizzing bullets by maybe a minute, close enough to raise the hair on the back of my neck. From inside HMV, I peeked out as two people ran in crying, "Get inside! Get down! It's real!" The pop-pop-popping went on for 10 seconds.
I won't be dramatic and say I came close to being hit. Dozens of people separated me from the seven caught in the crossfire. And I wasn't so shocked afterwards that I couldn't continue up the street for that cup of coffee I was craving.
Still, a friend's ominous prediction about the widening impact of gun violence had come true.
Videsh used to live at Jane and Finch. I'd joke every time I went to his Gosford Boulevard apartment that I was scared of being shot. That pissed him off.
"You're so fucking ignorant," he'd say. "It's safe as long as you don't mess with the wrong people."
But the violence touched his life on August 30 when Jason Huxtable, a co-worker from his Jane-Finch Shoppers Drug Mart days, was gunned down. Then, in his new North York digs, Videsh wasn't so sure he felt safe any more. "Just you watch," he warned, his invincibility up in smoke. "This stuff can happen to anyone. In the end, gun violence affects us all."
Videsh almost had me on Boxing Day. But he's too classy to say, "I told you so."