Ross is a salt of the earth kind of guy. He fixes up broken scooters he finds, and gifts them to the neighbourhood kids. He’s known to pick you up a gaterade on his next trip to the Dollarama, or bring you a Tim Horton’s BLT bagel for breakfast. (Quick tip: if you have your own tea bags, Tim Hortons only charges 10 cents for a cup of hot water and a few milks.) His cats Snowball and Princess were his darlings, back when he still had a home. For now, he keeps his sleeping bag well hidden in bushes during the day, and knows the best spots for sleeping outside without getting spotted or shuffled along. He knows how to cook a mean steak on the outdoor grill down at Dawson Park.
He might seem quiet at first, but he knows the exact right moment to crack a joke, or how to sit in silence. He’s been a part of Soloss, one of our prototypes which tends to grief and loss, through creative and embodied practices. It’s hard to journey with others and witness their suffering, but he always shows up.
