Check out those two pictures in my gallery if ya dare.   Those are windows from the Guildwood Inn, an old abandoned and forgotten piece of Toronto's history, a graveyard and true testament to the city and how it's falling apart.  All these grand and beautiful archetectual piece, parts of Toronto's past, old cornerstones and grand entrances, decaying slowly via the elements and the outright apathy to the history of Toronto.  This place is a museum.  So when myself and my girlfriend, Natalie, went out so she could take pictures of this sad place in Scarborough.  She began photographing the outside of the building, zoming in and out for different sections, all for her interior design course.  A hypothetical design upgrade to the locale, something that was and is long overdue.  Also apparently, the place is haunted, maybe that's the reason.  Workers have reported strange happenings within the old hotel.  And if you look at those pictures, not influencing anything but this place is abandoned, fenced up and not very safe, strange what you can see in a simple photograph.  These pictures were by no mean modified, what's the point, like I have enough time to waste faking this garbage, for what so some weirdo can get off on it, the sasquatch myth busters.  With there A&E special, and their dumb ass researching and walking about for a three hour special which absolutely goes no where, nothing is discovered, nothing is revealed.  Maybe it's just a hairy guy, lord knows those supposed videos of sasquatch walking around all blurry certainly looks like a guy, hell maybe it's just a guy, I worked one summer for the city with a guy who donned the beater with a sweater of fur under it.  Anyways, these ghostly apparitions guide me only to one conclusion, I'm one of these weirdos, with my pictures.  And why not?  I've had a sexually experience with two spirits.  It happened one night, I was asleep, then all of the sudden there I was, with two lesbians, wanting sex from me.  HOOOOOTTTT, like fajtia meat, but why me?  Now you might think that I am crazy, for thinking this, but why would two lesbians have sex with a guy, if you went to sex ed. then you'd understand what I'm saying.  I'm not their type at all, I'm a man, a man's man.  Well not the weird man's man either, like a man that will go into a forest chop down some would build a cabin and kill a bear.  Yeah, like that, craziness.  Alright, so there I am with these two lesbians and me are doing the nast.  And then when I woke up again, I had made a mess.  True story, but yeah it's a lie.....This is just the justifying story to my new career aspiration.  P.I.F., Paranormal Investigation Force,  that's right I'm a force all I gotta do is order some nice velvet, black capes, some black clothes, one of them pointy goatees, ear brow gel (gotta have your eyebrows fluffed and pointy), and black hair dye.  I gotta have the uniform, this has to be a professional operation, and a walking stick for me (a dark wood of course).  The plan is in full motion, I have some sort of powers, I'll have the walking stick, of course anyone who has a walking stick and a cape has to be an authority.  So yeah, so me and my sister, Tam will pray on these rubes, so they can finally get piece, or peace, nothing worse than having sex with some ghost or relative ghost there watching.  How do you spell embarrassing when your ghost mom or grandmother are watching you getting humped or doing the humping.  That's what I'm doing this for, for the children who, in the future responsibility adulthood with consenting adult(s), want completely private sexual experiences, regardless, unless it's those gross weirdos, you know who you are.   Irony!  Ahhh, I'm a freaky guy.  Well Happy Hallowe'en.