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[allthecanadianpolitics]

With more automated traffic cameras being installed across Toronto, a city committee is set to consider a move that would strip drivers of the ability to fight tickets issued by the cameras in provincial court. The report, written by staff and to be considered by the infrastructure and environment committee next week, recommends an extension to the "administrative penalty system” to include tickets issued by automated traffic cameras. If adopted, anyone ticketed by a red light camera or automated speed enforcement camera after Nov. 24, 2024 will no longer be able to fight their ticket in a provincial court. Instead, they will be directed to an administrative penalty system, headed by municipal hearing officers rather than judges.

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[misshoneyimhome]

Hi ! I have a bit of an idea for a Willy Fic. He uses the metro a lot yeah? how about a fic where he took a round trip in the metro after a game cause it was still traffic out there and didn't want to deal with it by driving out at once. He bumps into the OC (friend) who worked overtime and is taking the train home (It's like 10PM ik it's not rush hour but humor me), she worked early but had to work late and they bump into each other and get pushed to a corner and he shields her from getting hit

Hello there 🤗 Oh, that's such a sweet idea, darling 🤍

So, I attempted to put something together, and I do apologise if it's not quite what you had in mind 💕 However, it seems my mind decided to add a touch of relationship complications to the mix 🙈 Anyway, I hope you like it 🤍

Tropes and warnings; friends to lovers; William kissing reader, though she's in a relationship; no warnings; is it cheating if it's just a quick kiss?

Word count; 2.9K

Taglist; @couldawouldashoulda50 @findapenny @justwanderingbutneverlost @cixrosie

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Fall so Hard I William Nylander

William Nylander had never imagined he could fall so deeply. He was a typical bachelor in his late twenties, focusing on his exceptional hockey career and enjoying the company of his wonderful family and friends. His days were simply filled with intense training sessions, thrilling games, and the camaraderie of his teammates. Evenings were often spent celebrating victories or relaxing wither at home or his favourite spots around the city. Life was good, and he had no complaints.

However, when you entered his life, everything seemed to change. The first time he met you, it felt like the world shifted, as your smile was infectious, and your laughter was a melody he wanted to hear again and again. He felt butterflies in his stomach that he had never experienced before, and a nervous excitement that made him feel like a teenager once more.

And it wasn't just your appearance and smile that captivated him. It was your devoted kindness, intelligence, and the way you listened with genuine interest. He admired your commitment to your work and how gracefully you balanced your professional and personal lives while also putting other’s needs before your own. You simply had a knack for making everyone around you feel special, and there was no way he could grow immune to your charm.

In fact, he found himself thinking about you constantly. During practice, he would wonder what you were up to, and in the middle of a game, a fleeting thought of you would bring a smile to his face, imagining that you might be watching him. And soon, his teammates noticed his distracted state and teased him about it, but he didn't mind. Thinking of you was simply a delightful distraction that filled him with warmth and longing.

William eagerly looked forward to any chance to see you. He treasured every moment spent together, no matter how brief, and each encounter left him yearning for more, craving your company in a way that was both exhilarating and unnerving. The hardest part though, was that he knew he was falling for you, and it thrilled him as much as it scared him.

_

The Toronto skyline glowed against the night sky as William emerged from Scotiabank Arena. The Leafs had just secured a hard-fought victory, and the thrill of the win still pulsed through his veins as he made his way out of the arena and towards the metro station. Normally, he would drive home, but tonight was different. The streets were jammed, a chaotic mix of construction diversions and a bustling Friday night crowd. So instead, he opted for a more relaxing journey and decided to take the metro for a round trip.

Arriving at the metro station, William was greeted by the familiar hum of trains and the murmur of passengers. Despite the late hour past 10 PM, Union Station buzzed with activity, though most of the game's crowd had dispersed, leaving a steady flow of commuters. William had his ticket ready and boarded the first train heading towards his stop, seeking a quiet ride with headphones in to unwind after the evening's excitement.

Meanwhile, further down the line, you were wrapping up an unexpectedly long day at work. An early start and late finish had left you drained, yearning for the comfort of home. And opting for the metro as the quickest route, you hurried to catch the next train, already imagining the peace that awaited you.

The train was more crowded than usual for that hour. And manoeuvrings through the doors and down the aisle, clutching your bag tightly, you found yourself pushed towards the back by larger figures as the doors closed, and the train moved forward. Surrounded by strangers, you searched for a stable spot where you could stand without being jostled too much, while the rhythmic clatter of the train on the tracks provided a calming backdrop amidst the mild chaos inside the carriage.

Yet, amidst the crowd, a familiar face caught your eye. William Nylander, the star player for the Leafs, stood a few feet away, looking remarkably at ease and almost inconspicuous in casual attire. He must have changed from his game day suit after the match, you thought. His presence was unexpected, and for a moment, the weariness of your day faded, replaced by a flutter of excitement. You wondered if he had noticed you, if he remembered you from your previous encounters.

Meanwhile, William's thoughts wandered as the train swayed gently. The rhythm of the metro was a welcome change from the raucous cheers at the arena coupled with the music in his ears. His gaze drifted over the passengers and then suddenly settled on you. His heart skipped a beat as recognition dawned. There you were, as graceful and composed as ever, despite the fatigue etched on your face. The serendipity of the moment felt almost surreal, and he felt intrigued to walk over at start up a conversation with you. So, that’s what he did. 

_

You and William had become friends through your boyfriend, who introduced you almost a year ago at a casual gathering filled with laughter, good food, and shared stories. The bond between your boyfriend and William, forged over their mutual love for hockey and years of shared experiences, was evident from the start. And when you met William, there was an immediate spark. Conversations flowed effortlessly, laughter came easily, and you often found yourselves drawn to each other in group settings, discussing everything from favourite movies to deeper philosophical topics.

It was clear to friends that you and William had a special connection, often teasingly acknowledged due to your undeniable chemistry. However, you never acted on this mutual attraction out of respect for your committed relationship with your boyfriend. And William, too, naturally valued his friendship with your boyfriend and respected the boundaries you both maintained.

However, what William didn't know about were the struggles brewing in your relationship. Over the past few months, tensions between you and your boyfriend had escalated, where minor disagreements grew into heated arguments, and a growing emotional distance left you feeling increasingly isolated and unappreciated. Work became a refuge from the turmoil at home, the long hours serving as a distraction from the strain in your personal life.

Despite these challenges, you kept up appearances, not wanting to burden anyone with your relationship issues, especially not William. He remained unaware of the depth of your unhappiness, though he occasionally sensed something was amiss. His concern for you was genuine, yet he respected your privacy and never probed into your personal struggles. 

_

Yet you hadn’t expected to meet William on the tube. His handsome face made you smile like always, and though you were tired, you greeted him with all the energy you could muster.

"Hey, it's you," he said with a smile, his blue eyes lighting up with recognition.

"Will? What are you doing here?" you asked, equally surprised and relieved to see a friendly face.

"Just trying to avoid the traffic," he laughed. "How about you?"

"Just on my way home from work," you replied, grateful for the surprising company.

William was excited to see you, and your conversation flowed effortlessly as always. And while the train's movement pushed you both into a corner, William manoeuvred himself so that he was standing between you and the crowd, his size shielding you from the constant jostling. His presence was nothing but comforting, a protective barrier against the bustling passengers, as the two of you chatted.

"You must be tired," he observed, noticing the fatigue etched on your face.

"Long day," you admitted. "Started early, had to work late. You?"

"Just finished a game. Figured the metro was a better option than sitting in traffic."

The moment between you felt soft and tender as you shared smiles. However, all of a sudden, the tube hit the emergency brakes, causing you to fall further into the corner, with William almost colliding with you. But fortunately, he remained steadfast and instinctively protected you from anyone else that might have hit you.

You felt a shock coursing through you, yet William’s body shielding you made you feel safe and secure in the sudden motion. And while you were catching your breath, you slowly realised that your faces had come rather close to each other, closer than they’d ever been as you were pressed up against the corner, William’s arms on either side of you. Both of you felt the thrill within that had you gasp for air, and although you could easily quickly move apart, something between you kept you still, allowing you to share the air between you as you couldn’t deny the magnetic pull you felt towards each other.

For a moment, time seemed to freeze. The noise of the train and the bustle of the passengers faded into the background as you stood there, caught in the intensity of the moment. William's breath was warm on your skin, and you could see the sincerity and concern in his eyes as the connection between you, always present, now felt electric and impossible to ignore.

"Are you okay?" he then asked softly, his voice barely audible above the din.

"Yeah, yeah… I'm okay," you whispered, your heart racing.

But then, as the announcement over the speaker broke the spell, signalling a false alarm, you and William quickly stood up straight and shifted back to casual conversation about mundane topics like the weather and tonight’s hockey game. 

You both tried to act nonchalant, brushing off any lingering hints of intimacy that had briefly surfaced. However, as the ride continued, your eyes kept meeting in shared glances that spoke volumes beyond words. The attraction between you was palpable, simmering just beneath the surface, as the tube's gentle sway seemed to mirror the sway of emotions between you, hesitant yet undeniable.

Approaching your stop, you felt a pang of disappointment, as a small part of you didn't want the evening to end this soon, even though you knew it was the right thing to do. "This is my stop," you said reluctantly, preparing to leave.

William nodded; his eyes warm with understanding yet tinged with a hint of regret. "I'll walk you out. Make sure you get home safe."

You hesitated, about to object, but William’s gentle insistence left no room for argument. It was late, and his concern for your safety was evident.

“It wasn’t a request,” he chuckled softly, his tone reassuring yet firm.

Stepping off the metro together, you both welcomed the cool night air that offered a stark contrast to the stuffy metro. William walked beside you, his presence comforting yet charged with an unspoken tension. And though you knew the attraction you felt was complicated and possibly wrong, the flutter of butterflies in your stomach whispered of a happiness you hadn't felt in a long time.

The streets close to your home were quiet, the city winding down for the night as you walked side by side. Occasionally, your hands brushed against each other, the contact almost innocent yet laden with unspoken desire, as each touch felt like playing with fire, tempting yet dangerous.

Despite the late hour and the growing distance from the metro station, neither of you rushed the walk. Conversation flowed easily again, punctuated by comfortable silences that spoke volumes. There was simply a magnetic pull between you, drawing you closer with each step.

As you reached your building, you turned to William with a grateful smile. "Thanks for tonight, Will. It was really nice catching up, and… thanks for the… you know, for having me in the metro."

"Anytime," he simply replied, his smile genuine. "Just promise me you’ll get some rest. You deserve it." You then said your goodbyes, preparing to step inside, when unexpectedly, William grabbed your hand and leaned in, planting a quick kiss on your lips. 

Shocked and uncertain how to react, you froze for a moment as his lips lingered briefly against yours. And when you finally pulled away, your mind raced with a mix of emotions—confusion, guilt, and a hint of exhilaration.

Once inside your flat, you struggled to compose yourself. You replayed the moment in your mind, questioning its significance and what it meant for your relationship with your boyfriend. A part of you felt nothing but pure happiness, as if a deep desire, build over time, had finally had the chance to be set free. Yet, part of you wanted to forget it ever happened, to bury the conflicting feelings that had surfaced. So, you made a conscious effort not to let any hint of what transpired show in your interactions with your boyfriend, though every fleeting thought of William sent a rush through you.

Meanwhile, William couldn’t shake the whirlwind of emotions that had been stirred by that brief kiss. Being close to you, even for that fleeting moment, awakened feelings he had buried deep. You were incredible—kind, intelligent, and undeniably beautiful- and he simply couldn’t deny the crush he had developed on you any longer, despite knowing that pursuing it was complicated and potentially damaging.

_

As your phone lit up the following morning, William had sent you a heartfelt message, explaining that he was sorry if he’d overstepped any boundaries with the kiss, and he understood if you needed some time away from him. He’d added that he didn’t wish to complicate your relationship any further, yet he couldn’t ignore the feelings he held for you either. The kiss had made him rethink your friendship, and he wasn’t sure how much he could be around you, knowing he felt what he felt and that he didn’t have a chance with you.

However, as the message was opened and read, it wasn’t by you. Instead, your boyfriend, simply out of curiosity, with no suspicions of your behaviour, read the heartfelt declaration William had poured out from the bottom of his heart.

"What's this about?" he then asked, holding up your phone with William's message displayed.

You hesitated, your mind racing for an explanation that wouldn’t betray the complexity of your feelings. "It's... nothing. We ran into each other on the tube and he’s just apologising for a moment that got awkward."

“But he mentioned a kiss—what’s that about, y/n?” 

He gave you a moment to respond, his expression a mix of hurt and confusion.

“It was a mistake,” you finally admitted, feeling the weight of guilt settle in your chest.

He let out a deep sigh, running a hand through his hair, his frustration palpable. "I know things have been tough lately, but kissing one of my good friends?"

“It wasn’t planned, it just happened,” you tried to explain, your voice trembling.

“Maybe we should have a serious talk about where we stand,” he suggested with a heavy tone.

You nodded, realising that this was a conversation you both had been avoiding for too long. "Yeah, maybe we should."

_

You wanted to text William straight away the following day after your boyfriend had packed his bags and gone to a friend’s house. Yet, you decided to wait a few weeks, giving everything some time to process.

However, fate had other plans. And just a few days later, you unexpectedly ran into William at a local coffee shop near your workplace. It was a pleasant surprise but also a bit awkward, knowing it was quite a distance from the usual places you both frequented.

Yet you couldn’t help but smile when you saw his handsome face turn towards you, his eyes lighting up with recognition and a hint of surprise.

“Hey,” his soft voice spoke, a gentle smile curving his perfect lips.

“Hey,” you replied softly, barely above a whisper, feeling a rush of emotions as you stood face to face again.

“How have you been? I mean… I heard about you and… you know.”

You chuckled softly, unable to resist teasing him a little. “Will, are you seriously just asking me how I’ve been?”

William rubbed the back of his neck, his laughter mixing with a touch of embarrassment. “Yeah, I guess so… I mean, I don’t want to pry or anything.”

You appreciated his concern and decided to lighten the mood by playfully nudging him. “It’s okay, I’m doing alright. It’s been a rollercoaster, but I’m managing.”

“That’s- that’s good… I mean-“

In a moment that felt both inevitable and unexpected, you suddenly leaned in and kissed him softly. It was a tender gesture, filled with the unspoken emotions that had been building since that intense moment on the metro. And William responded in kind, his hand gently finding your jaw, pulling you closer as the kiss deepened.

The coffee shop buzzed around you, the scent of freshly brewed coffee mingling with the warmth of your shared moment. And when you finally pulled apart, your eyes met in a tender gaze, both of you softly gasping for air.

“I’m sorry… I just really wanted to do that,” you admitted, your heart racing with a mix of excitement and relief.

William couldn’t suppress the smile on his lips, happiness radiating through him as he leaned in to kiss you again, this time more confidently. The magnetic pull between you was undeniable, and in that moment, amidst the sounds of coffee beans grinding and mugs clinking, you both surrendered to the undeniable chemistry that had drawn you together.

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"Mohammed Marikar’s typical commute to his office in the City of London takes three and a half hours. On a bad day, it is more than four.

The senior director at RBC Wealth Management is one of a growing breed of “super-commuters”, many of whom moved out of town during the pandemic to increase their living space in more affordable regions, and now travel long distances to their workplace for part of the week.

The proportion of commuters globally doing a journey of 90-120 minutes at least once a week has risen from 2.4 per cent in 2020 to just over 4 per cent in 2024, according to Euromonitor. Those with a commute of more than 120 minutes rose from 2.7 per cent to 3.4 per cent.

Marikar and his wife, who runs her own business, moved with their four children from Eastcote, north-west London, to north Wales in 2022. Instead of his previous daily commute of 75 minutes, Marikar gets up at 5am on a Tuesday morning and is at his desk at about 10am — working a later shift so he can overlap with colleagues in Toronto. He returns to Wales after work on Thursday. On Mondays and Fridays, he works from home.

Marikar sometimes ponders the wisdom of his move when stuck in gridlock traffic, but on balance is happy. “You notice a difference in the air. There’s a lot more we can do at the weekends with the kids.” Even when they lived in London, making it home for dinner was pretty rare.

Love Whelchel now travels to his job in New York from Miami, having moved from New Jersey. He typically spends a fortnight at home and then a week commuting. Although he is away more he says the time he does have with his family is better quality. “It’s given me some balance and focus. This has been an amazing time to spend with my teenage son. When I was commuting in New York, I barely saw him.”

Some employers are attempting to ease the financial burden on long-distance commuters beyond allowing them to work part of the week from home and offering rail season ticket loans. For Marikar, the game changer has been his company’s electric car financing arrangement paid through salary sacrifice — an increasingly popular benefit among employers — that spurred him to switch from trains, which can cost up to about £350 a week, to driving, which is just under £50. “The journey is longer. [But] I don’t need to stick to train times. If a train is [delayed] I’m not stuck.”

Adam Wyman, employment partner at law firm Travers Smith, says companies tend not to incentivise commuting but will reimburse travel and accommodation for some high performers. “Businesses that have a skills gap are looking more widely than before. They can recruit someone in another country and pay for them to come to the office where and when.” He also observes a post-pandemic trend for some companies to provide discretionary packages for staff they want to retain who are moving to other countries to be closer to family."

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Info for Faith In The Future World Tour TORONTO, ON May 30 2023

With special guests THE ACADEMIC & SNARLS!

Important Times:

6PM: Doors Open

7:00 PM Snarls

7:45 PM The Academic

9PM Louis Tomlinson

Show times approximate, subject to change. For more click here

General admission (pit tickets):

No pit, all seats. No need to queue.

GA in in the back in the lawn.

Here are important policies:

The venue is CASHLESS! Pay with a card or mobile pay!

Seat upgrades here ($15) Section LOOKOUT. Row GA1. Includes: Elevated lawn deck, Premium Bar, Private Restrooms, Premium Entrance.

Please give yourself extra time to get to your event. We strongly encourage fans to take public transit. Details here.

Parking can be purchased here ($35). Parking map here. Parking details here. Please note that parking on site at Ontario Place is extremely limited due to other events and construction projects taking place in the area of Budweiser Stage, as a result traffic and parking will be affected. 

ADA info here 

Cameras: ONLY non-professional cameras (point & shoots, disposables). Professional recording devices and cameras with detachable lenses are prohibited.

Homemade food wrapped in plastic is ALLOWED.

Blankets are ALLOWED.

One sealed plastic bottle of water ALLOWED.

Small collapsible umbrellas are ALLOWED.

NO drugs OR paraphernalia

NO glass, plastic or metal containers or bottles of any kind

NO hard sided coolers

NO knives, firearms or weapons of any kind

NO aerosols

NO Ipads, tablets, laptops

NO selfie sticks

NO animals (service animals excepted)

NO oversized lawn chairs

View food and drink menus and restaurants here.

Smoking and vaping is not permitted in reserved seating areas, lawns or East & West Plaza at Budweiser Stage. Should you need to smoke or vape, the Riverwalk and South Plaza is the designated smoking and vaping area.

Guests attending a show at Budweiser Stage or RBC Echo Beach may bring in and consume cannabis or cannabis accessories subject to the following policy.

Stay hydrated and drink lots of water

Wear sunscreen and dress for the weather

There is NO RE-ENTRY!

VIEW VENUE MAP

VIEW SEAT MAP

We are committed to creating a safe, comfortable, and enjoyable experience for everyone. We ask that your conduct contribute to everyone’s enjoyment of the event, be legally appropriate, and not be offensive or abusive to others. For your safety and comfort, unacceptable conduct is subject to ejection and includes, but is not limited to, the following:

Use of foul, threatening, offensive or abusive language or gestures.

Discrimination, bullying or hate that harasses, victimizes, degrades, or intimidates an individual or group of individuals on the basis of religion, race, national origin, ethnicity, sexual orientation, gender, age, ability, physical appearance or other.

Harassment, including unwelcome or hostile behavior, physical contact or sexual attention.

Fighting or any other type of violence.

Wearing or using clothing, signs, and banners which are offensive in nature.

Intoxication or impairment due to alcohol/cannabis or consumption of illegal substances.

Throwing objects or interfering with the progress of the event.

Possessing alcohol not purchased inside the venue.

Being a minor in possession of alcohol or providing a minor with alcohol.

Being in possession of weapons, illegal substances or any other prohibited items.

Smoking (including e-cigarettes, personal vapourizers, and cannabis) outside of the designated smoking areas.

Unpermitted access and breaching the perimeter of the venue.

Any other conduct that may be deemed by Budweiser Stage to be inappropriate or which may adversely affect the safety of persons or property, or disruption of the event.

For more details click here

Bag Policy

Bags that are clear plastic and do not exceed 12” x 6” x 12”

Small clutch bags, which cannot exceed 6” x 9” in size, with or without handle or a strap

One-gallon clear plastic freezer bags (Ziploc bag)

Medical Bags or kits are acceptable and will be searched at the gate

NO BACKPACKS

For more details click here

Banners, signs and flag policy:

NO signs or banners which are offensive in nature.

Contact:

For additional questions please call the venue at 416-260-5600. Email them InfoToronto@LiveNation.com . You can also access their website. Check their twitter here and IG here for updates. Address: 909 Lake Shore Blvd W Toronto, ON

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Hi Allie,

Can you do me a favour? I am going to see Louis in Toronto tomorrow. I am not having a pit ticket , I mean I have a specific seat and its the first time I’m going for a concert that big. How long before the show should I be there? Can you answer or ask any of your followers please? I’m little nervous as well because I’m going alone.

Hi, anon! I think there are two opening acts before your show, right? So if you want to watch both of them you should get there before 7pm. But Louis is not playing until 9pm, so you can arrive a bit later as well. Personally, I always like to be inside the venue 30 minutes before the show starts, so I still have a little time to grab some water or have a wee and stuff like that. I think as long as you take into consideration the time you're going to be in traffic or if you're going to park your car and these kinds of stuff you will be fine! Here's some important info about your show. I hope you have the most wonderful time, I'm so jealous of you!!!

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DUI Crackdown: Mandatory Alcohol Screening Hits Ontario [2024]

There is a DUI Crackdown in Ontario with the OPP announcing Mandatory Alcohol Screening at every traffic stop. What’s going on here?

Breaking news: Mandatory Alcohol Screening Hits Ontario

- The OPP announced that they will conduct what is called “Mandatory Alcohol Screening” at every traffic stop in the Greater Toronto Area including surrounding regions. - This means that when the OPP stops you - for any reason, so whether its for a speeding ticket or using your phone when driving, you’ll be asked to take a alcohol screening test. - And it doesn’t matter whether the OPP believe you’ve been drinking. They’re going to make you take the test at every traffic stop. - According to the OPP, the reason why they are doing this is because of a significant increase in the number of impaired driving charges and collisions over the past five-years.   - Impaired driving charges have increased by 30% in this five-year period while collisions have increased by 50% over that five-year period. - The OPP believe by mandating mandatory screening in Ontario at every traffic stop that they’ll cut down on the number of impaired driving incidents thereby improving public safety.

Is Mandatory Alcohol Screening really “breaking” news?

- The answer is, yes and no. - What’s not news is “Mandatory Alcohol Screening in Ontario.” - Before 2018, the police could only request a demand for you to take a breath test only if they had a reasonable suspension that you’ve consumed alcohol while driving.  - In 2018, the law was changed allowing police to demand a breath sample from any driver they stopped without needing any suspicion of alcohol consumption. - This is known as “Mandatory Alcohol Screening.”   - So that’s not new or newsworthy. - So why is this story making news? - And reason has to do with the policy.  The OPP are saying that they will make it standard operating procedure to ask for an alcohol breath sample at every single traffic stop. - If the OPP follows through on this policy, you should be prepared to take a breath test whenever you're pulled over, regardless of the reason for the traffic stop. - The thought of being subjected to a breath test during every traffic stop can be unsettling, especially for those who have never had issues with impaired driving before. It's a stark reminder of how easily a simple traffic stop could escalate into a life-altering situation.

So this raises the question, can you refuse to take the breath test?

- The answer is clear and it is no. - You cannot refuse to take the breath sample if the OPP asks you to take it. - If you refuse, you’ll be charged with DUI called failure or refusal to comply with a breath demand.   - This is a serious criminal charge, don’t let this happen to you.

If the OPP asks for a breath sample, can you consult a lawyer first?

- The answer may surprise you but the answer is no. - In Canada and Ontario, you have no right to consult a lawyer before taking a breath test. - Your right to speak with a lawyer is a constitutional right that applies only when you're under arrest or detention.  And that context does not cover the scenarios I've covered in this video. Bottom line, if you’re asked to take a breath test, take it or you’ll face serious consequences. https://youtu.be/lZVGmy1A7i8 Read the full article

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Understanding Driving Offences and the Role of a Lawyer in Toronto

Common Driving Offences in Toronto

Driving offences in Ontario fall under various categories, ranging from minor infractions to serious criminal charges. Understanding these offences is crucial to ensuring that you comply with traffic laws and know the potential consequences if you're charged.

Speeding: This is one of the most common driving offences in Toronto. driving offences lawyer toronto Speeding tickets are issued when a driver exceeds the posted speed limit, and the penalties increase based on how much over the limit the driver was. Accumulating multiple speeding tickets can lead to significant fines and increased insurance premiums.

Careless Driving: Careless driving involves operating a vehicle without due care or attention to the road and surroundings. This charge can result from actions like excessive speeding, failing to stop at a red light, or making dangerous maneuvers. It is considered a serious offence and can lead to substantial fines and demerit points.

Driving Under the Influence (DUI): Driving while impaired by alcohol or drugs is a serious criminal offence in Ontario. A DUI conviction can lead to severe penalties, including license suspension, heavy fines, and even jail time. Repeat offenders face even harsher consequences.

Driving Without Insurance: Driving a vehicle without valid insurance is illegal in Ontario and can lead to hefty fines, the suspension of your driver’s license, and even vehicle impoundment.

Distracted Driving: With the rise of smartphones, distracted driving has become a growing concern in Toronto. If you are caught using a handheld device while driving, you can face fines, demerit points, and license suspensions.

The Role of a Driving Offences Lawyer

Facing any of these charges can be overwhelming, and the consequences can be life-altering. That's where a skilled driving offences lawyer in Toronto can step in to assist. A lawyer with expertise in driving offences can help you navigate the complexities of the legal system and work towards the best possible outcome.

Legal Expertise and Representation: A lawyer will have in-depth knowledge of the Ontario Highway Traffic Act and criminal law related to driving offences. They can review your case, gather evidence, and build a strong defence strategy that may help reduce the penalties or have the charges dismissed.

Minimizing Penalties: An experienced lawyer can work to minimize the consequences of your driving offence. This might include negotiating reduced fines, preventing the suspension of your driver’s license, or avoiding a criminal record.

Saving Your Driving Record: Many driving offences come with demerit points that accumulate on your driving record. Accumulating too many points can result in the suspension of your license. A lawyer can negotiate to reduce or eliminate these points, helping you avoid the potential loss of your driving privileges.

Insurance Implications: Convictions for driving offences often lead to increased insurance premiums. By helping you avoid or reduce charges, a lawyer can indirectly protect you from significant hikes in your insurance rates.

Appealing Traffic Tickets: Even for minor traffic violations like speeding or failing to stop at a stop sign, a lawyer can help challenge the ticket in court. This can prevent demerit points from being added to your record and may even lead to the dismissal of the ticket altogether.

Why You Shouldn't Handle Driving Offence Charges Alone

While some people may think they can handle minor traffic tickets on their own, more serious driving offences require professional legal help. sexual assault lawyer in toronto The legal system is complex, and the consequences of a poorly handled case can be severe. Without the guidance of a knowledgeable lawyer, you may end up facing harsher penalties than necessary.

By hiring a driving offences lawyer in Toronto, you ensure that your case is handled by a professional who understands the intricacies of the law, has experience dealing with similar cases, and can protect your rights. They will explore all available options to help mitigate the consequences, whether through plea bargaining, representation in court, or a strong defence.

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"MAGISTRATE HAS HOPE FOR YOUNG ROBBERS," Toronto Star. August 3, 1934. Page 12. ---- Thinks They May Yet Tum Out To Be Good Citizens ---- Three youths, Stanley Lockock, Julius Cascone and Robert Atherky, appeared before Magistrate Brown in police court on two charges of stealing gasoline from service stations in Orillia.

They were sentenced to one year in the reformatory on charges of auto theft, by Magistrate Jones earlier in the week.

"I don't like to add to that sentence." commented the bench. "These boys may yet make good citizens."

He remanded them for sentence on the Orillia charges to which all pleaded guilty.

Michael O'Shea, alleged former member of the Toronto police force, and Cyril O'Reilly, were each remanded to Aug. 10 on charges of conducting a lottery.

Stole Milk Tickets Fred Jackson, 30, was remanded for sentence to Aug. 10. after he was convicted of stealing $45 in cash and $60 worth of milk tickets from Robert McMillan, Carlton st., whom he admitted was a former friend.

McMillan charged that Jackson had come to visit him and after he left the tickets and money were missing.

As Mrs. McMillan told a similar story accused asked permission to ask her questions.

"Didn't you ask me to go with you to find your husband who had been drinking all night?" he asked.

Witness denied the statement.

"Didn't you go with me to a hotel and didn't you stay there with me until 10 o'clock at night?" he persisted.

"I did not," the woman replied.

"Don't try to blacken these people," said the magistrate.

Jackson declared he had been at a downtown hotel accompanied by three women on the night he allegedly stole the money from the husband of one of them.

He declared he was married and had two children. His own wife was not in the party, he stated.

"Apparently you're not doing the right thing by your own family," commented Magistrate Browne.

Jackson nodded his head in agreement.

He admitted he had taken the cash but denied knowledge of the missing milk tickets.

John Tompkins pleaded guilty te being drunk last night, when he appeared before Magistrate Robert J. Browne in early men's police court to-day.

"I was drunk all right, but why they have to take you to the station and beat you up, I'd like to know," he said, when asked to plead.

Magistrate Browne remanded him until to-morrow, to await further information.

Robert Laurie and Michael McManus were each fined $50 or one month when convicted on drunk charges.

Joseph Murphy pleaded not guilty to a drunk charge but he was found guilty and fined $10 or 10 days.

John Strand and Squire Glen were also assessed $10 or 10 days when convicted of being drunk last night.

Remands were given to Norman Maiden, Frank Reid, Harry Mars, James Barson and Thomas O'Neil on drunk charges. All were first offenders.

Hit Police Cruiser As a result of a report received by police that a car had been drives over the sidewalk on Church St. en July 25, Joseph Brown was pursues in a police cruiser and arrested on College St.

This morning he appeared in traffic and liquor court charged with reckless driving.

P. C. Coathus said: "Brown ran into the right front fender of the police cruiser causing around damage."

"$20 or 30 days with permit cancelled for 10 days," pronounced Magistrate Tinker.

Testifying in the case of Wm. Willison, accused of reckless driving, P.C. McGregor said: "The accused man attempted to pass northbound traffic on Yonge St. and collided with a southbound car. At the same time he struck the car right behind him, causing $100 damage." The driver of the damaged car stated Willison had agreed to make reparation.

A fine of $30 or 30 days and ten days' imprisonment was imposed.

Richard Tomlinson, a truck farmer, charged with B.L.C.A.. pleaded that police had mistaken the smell of garlic for beer, but he was assessed $20 or ten days.

Wm. Donaghue and his wife were haled into court for permitting drunkenness this morning and the husband was fined $25 or 30 days.

"His foot may have slipped, but a well-directed penalty may put him right," said Magistrate Tinker in response to L. O'Connor's plea for leniency for his client, Wm. Farrell. accused of B.L.C.A.

P.C. Lee testified he and P.C. Forbes found accused and three others drinking beer in a house on Dundas St. W.

Farrell was fined $15 or 30 days.

Alwynne E. Thompson, husband of Mrs. Viola Thompson, whose body was found behind a lilac bush on Blythwood Rd., last month, was remanded to August 10, on a charge of per

jury, for which he has been in prison since a woman reported to police that Thompson had taken out a license to marry her. Thompson was held in the cells till his name was called from the list. He walked up the steps slowly, and stared about as his counsel.

T. B. Horkins, asked for remand. No bail was granted.

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Haha that ask and your reply about Willys lil smug, smooth nature just inspired a request😂

Will knows he’s hot, he can get girls as easily as breathing, he’s charming and smooth - but let’s ponder what happens when our little Swedish hunny starts dating someone who makes him nervous! You’re unlike anyone he’s dated because you’re equally as calm, charming and alluring as he is but also incredibly smart and stunning so he’s met his match! And it’s early days only a month of casual dates in, but he’s planned a day for you two to walk around The Distillery Winter Village (Toronto’s Christmas Market) to shop and during it he wants to express that he’d like to be exclusively together (uncharted waters as has never the one to bring up the convo) but for some reason he’s in his head about it, fumbling words and getting rosy cheeks! But as the day wears on and you’re just happy to hold his hand, chat, and laugh together he can’t help but express what he’s feeling because the nervousness excites him, and he knows he’s not letting you go!

My emotions! God yes, darling 🥰 This is just so dream-scenario-take-my-heart-Willy-and-leave-me-to-die - and I’m here for it! ❤️

I know there were several ways to go about this, and I could have written so much more, but I tried my best to keep it simple - I hope you enjoy it ❤️

[btw, when researching about The Distillery Winter Village, it almost had me book a plane ticket just to go there 😍]

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Is This How It Feels To Be In Love? I William Nylander ✿❄︎

One touch, electric shock Eyes locked, like, did you feel that too? World stops, just us Here under dots in the darkness Of the blue, out of the blue Is this how it feels to be in love? This is magical, this is magical

“Magical” - Ed Sheeran

_

Accelerated heartbeat. Sweaty palms. Racing pulse.

Usual indications following a good workout or training session. Yet this time it wasn’t caused by that.

No. William Nylander was having these symptoms, accompanied by deep feelings that he'd never experienced before, and it was all because of you.

_

What initially had appeared to be a rather typical Thursday evening for William, coming home from a match, involved taking the subway to avoid bad traffic, and it was during this commute that he had met you for the first time.

You had stayed back late at the office, so feeling rather exhausted, you absentmindedly scrolled through your phone, when suddenly, the train abruptly stopped, causing you to lose your balance and tumble forward, landing face-first directly into the lap of the stranger seated in front of you.

"Shit," you’d exclaimed, attempting to regain your balance with your hands to avoid a complete collision with the person. However, your movements had lacked coordination, bringing your face closer to his. "I'm really sorry," you apologised with a sweet smile, and in that moment, William's gaze had immediately locked onto yours.

His deep Scandinavian blue eyes had delved into yours, creating an oddly intimate closeness between two complete strangers.

Oh, he's handsome, had been your first thought, well first thought following: 'fuck,' 'shit,' 'oops,' and 'nice move, y/n.' 

But, handsome indeed. His slightly long blonde hair complemented by a well-maintained scruff accentuating his prominent cheekbone structure, along with those notably rosy, desirable lips.He wore a simple, yet finely tailored black suit with a white shirt and a black tie that suited him impeccably.

And despite the initial frustration of the situation, William had simply chuckled as you hastily regained your composure. "No worries, it wasn't your fault."

His voice held an adorable charm, accompanied by a cheeky smile that diffused the awkwardness, swiftly replacing it with a relaxed atmosphere.

"I guess I'm just naturally clumsy," you’d playfully remarked, as you’d noted his casual, unbothered reaction to the unfortunate incident. And his composed and laid-back demeanour immediately intrigued you, leading to shared laughter and friendly smiles during the following few subway stops.

And when it was time for you to exit, a couple of stations before his, you couldn't resist casting a quick glance back at the handsome stranger, offering him a sweet smile.

It had been from that moment on, William had been unable to shake you from his thoughts. Despite reflecting on the night's great win and chatting with his best friend Sandy and brother Alex, you somehow managed to continuously seep back into his mind. Your endearing smile remained etched in his memory, while the sound of your slightly embarrassed laughter lingered soothingly in his ears.

And as the night progressed, he couldn’t help but mentally scolding himself for not taking the opportunity to get your name and number.

Normally, William was adept at charming the ladies. Undoubtedly good-looking and well aware of it, he usually effortlessly engaged in conversation, flirted, and dazzled them.

Over the years, he'd been in a few relationships, some short, some a little longer. However, none seemed to last very long. Occasional hook-ups during the off-season were common, and during hockey season, he'd have a girl or two he could call upon if needed, but nothing too serious.

And this year was shaping up to be just like the others. His complete focus was on the hockey season, which seemed to be a defining one in his career. He ramped up his dedication, intensified his training, and minimised any potential distractions from the outside world.

However, as days passed following your encounter on the subway, he found himself unable to erase you from his thoughts. Which was very unfamiliar territory for him. Usually, he could discard any woman entering his life as easily as changing underwear. But for some reason, your reaction to him had been different.

He even caught himself searching for you each time he rode the subway, although he knew it was a lost cause in a city as populated as Toronto with countless trains running daily.

_

And just as William was gradually beginning to push thoughts of you aside, refocusing his mind on hockey, your lovely smile reappeared.

This time, it was in a downtown coffeehouse. He was out for an early stroll with his dogs on a chilly November morning and decided to warm up with a beverage. And when walking into the coffeehouse somewhat still sleepy, he instantly recognised your face. You were casually waiting for your coffee, and now William knew he had to make a move. At least try to flirt, like he’d normally do with any attractive girl like yourself.

So, he ordered his drink and casually walked towards the waiting area.

"Hey," he greeted, a mischievous grin adorning his face as he approached you.

"Well, hello there, stranger," you smiled, looking up from your phone. "How are you?"

"Good," he chuckled. "And yourself?"

"Good as well, thanks."

A moment of shared smiles passed, yet the silence grew uncomfortable for William, prompting him to break it.

"So, are you here to bump into more strangers?" he teased playfully, evoking chuckle from you.

"Oh no, I reserve that for the subway," you replied jokingly with a cheeky wink, which caused him laugh as well.

And amidst the laughter, the barista handed you your drink, and you gently took it and turned towards the exit.

"It was good to see you again," you said softly, offering a smile, as you were about to pass him and walk away. 

"Likewise," William replied. However, as you began to leave, he quickly interjected. "Wait, I didn't catch your name?"

"It's y/n," you smiled.

"Well, it's nice to meet you, y/n."

There was another fleeting moment where you simply gazed up at his smiling face, shortly waiting for him to continue.

"...And this is the part where you tell me your name?" you asked with a playful grin, as he didn’t say anything. 

"Wait, you don't know who I am?" William asked, slightly puzzled, considering he was a well-known figure in Toronto.

"No," you merely chuckled once more. 

Though he did seem familiar to you, you couldn’t precisely place him. Probably a sports person, you guessed, based on his level of confidence. But the specific sport or anything else about him, you had no idea of. "Why? Are you, like, famous or something?"

"Or something," he grinned. "I'm William, William Nylander."

"Well, it's lovely to meet you, William Nylander," you emphasised both his first and last name, flashing another smile before casually heading out of the coffeehouse.

It took William a few moments to gather himself. 

What was it about you?

And just as the barista handed him his drink, he hurriedly exited, aiming to catch up with you before you got too far.

"Hey," he called out, hoping to catch your attention once again. "How about giving me your number?"

"Why?" you flashed him another grin.

"So, if I wanted to ask you out and meet up, you'd be there?" he suggested.

"And what makes you so sure I'd say yes?" you playfully challenged his confidence. 

"I don't know, call it an intuitive guess," he chuckled.

And you couldn’t deny that his effort intrigued you.

"Alright, then," you agreed, taking his phone and dialling your number, calling it, and retrieving your own phone from your pocket to answer the call before hanging up. This way, you both had each other's numbers. "I'll look forward to the invitation."

You flashed him a sweet smirk before turning on your heel once more and heading back to the office.

_

Only a couple of days passed before William asked you out for coffee. Though trying to appear cool and casual, attempting not to seem too eager, it was proving quite challenging. He couldn’t deny the fact that he longed to see you again, and more importantly to get to know more about you.

In many ways, you remained a mystery to him. You simply seemed to be so calm and sweet, as well as extremely stunning and charming.

You were funny and smart, sometimes a bit of a brat yet incredibly understanding and empathetic. Family held immense significance for you, something you both shared, and the way you always wanted to help others before yourself resonated deeply with him.

As it turned out, the more he got to know about you, the more he found you captivatingly interesting. The way you simply rested in yourself coupled with a gentle confidence intrigued him. You didn't seek drama or excessive attention from him, and everything between you felt relaxed and comfortable.

Surprisingly enough, it was William who felt more nervous as the two of you started dating.

He felt like a teenager, constantly checking his phone in anticipation of a message or Snapchat from you. Every time you met, whether for coffee, casual dinners at either of your places, or elsewhere, he eagerly looked forward to it.

And this was a strange and new feeling for him.

Usually, it was the girls who craved his attention, bombarding him with multiple messages if he didn't reply immediately. They'd fret over his hectic hockey schedule and quickly push to define the relationship, introducing him to friends and family prematurely, all of which often became overwhelming for him.

However, with you, it was nothing like his previous experiences. Quite the opposite.

When he’d first tried to ask you out after your first coffee meet up, his hectic schedule had naturally come in the was. Yet, you were understanding. You simply suggested to reschedule, and found a day that worked for both of you, even if it meant waiting a little bit longer. 

And then when there had been more adjustments due to his schedule changes or delays, you’d simply adapt to it. 

Instead casual dinners with takeout on the sofa became a norm, as well as late-night chats when he was away. And you were fine with it all.

You merely recognised the strong connection between you two and appreciated the easy-going nature of your relationship.

But as time passed, things gradually snowballed, and William found himself wanting to spend more time with you, as his heart raced every time, he saw you.

Your presence had a way of quickening his pulse and making him nervous, and these new and unfamiliar feelings left him immensely intrigued. The gentle tingling when thinking about you or the sudden anxiety of you not thinking about him were sensations far from his world. Yet, he felt somewhat drawn to it.

He took you out on dates as best as he could, eventually making his move and kissing you on your forth date. And on the fifth and sixth dates you took it a a few steps further, and soon enough, he felt compelled to share everything about you with his close group of friends; the team.

Naturally, the boys had noticed William's sudden change in behaviour, teasing him a bit about it as well. However, understanding their own unspoken boundaries, they let him be and didn't delve too deeply into sentimental details, as boys will be boys.

_

So, as December enrolled and the two of you had been casually dating for a little over a month, William organised a day at The Distillery Winter Village for you to shop, indulge in delicious Christmas treats, and soak up the holiday spirit.

Knowing your love for this season, he took the opportunity to create a proper Christmas experience for you, as he had some time to spare.

And your immediate 'yes' was a testament to how just much you enjoyed spending time with William. He simply had a way of making you feel incredibly good about yourself, and being around him was just pure joy. He filled a void that felt like the best friend you had been missing for so long. Yet, beneath it all, you sensed there might be deeper feelings between you. But you weren't in a rush. You cherished being around him, revelled in his wonderful company, and simply appreciated the incredible connection you shared.

And the day turned out to be simply magical. The bustling atmosphere, extraordinary with Christmas carols filling the air, mingling with the delightful scents of sweets and the joyous laughter all around.

However, amidst this enchantment, William's mind was slightly preoccupied.

The gentle intertwining of your fingers, holding hands as you casually strolled through the market, had him contemplating.

He thought about how this was exactly what he wanted to experience every Christmas with you. He wanted to have these profound, warm feelings he experienced every time he was with you, every day of his life. He wanted to wake up to your gorgeous face daily, have you by his side through the highs and lows, introduce you to his family, and contemplate a future together.

So, as he witnessed the Christmas lights reflecting in your eyes while leisurely strolling from boutique to boutique, William's mind raced, and he felt the need to articulate his thoughts. Firstly, attempting to broach the subject casually, he started the conversation with, "There's quite a lot of couples here, huh..."

Hoping to drop hints, without saying too much.

"Sure, but there are also quite a few families,” you responded with a simple smile. “I mean, all the children want to meet Santa, right?"

William felt flustered. Desperate to express his feelings and recent thoughts to you, he found it far more challenging than anticipated. This territory was beyond his expertise, as he had never been the one to initiate the 'where are we' conversation. 

But, as he thought of you more and more, he concluded that he didn't want to see you with anyone else but him. The mere thought of you dating someone else at this point tore him apart.

So, as the evening progressed and you indulged in various foods and drinks, he gathered the courage to try again.

"You know, a lot of people find Christmas really romantic," he blurted out seemingly out of nowhere, feeling his cheeks flush slightly, which could easily pass off as a reaction to the cold weather.

"Well, I suppose it is,” you spoke, as you gently sipped your hot chocolate. “You don’t think it’s romantic?” 

“Or course I do,” he smiled, finally summoning the courage to express his thoughts. “In fact I think it's a good time to... maybe, be with someone... you really like," his voice slightly trembling.

"For sure, that's what this season is all about, being with the ones you love,” you replied, as you slowly made your way through the crowd. “Although, it can also be a little cheesy, right? Like those people who propose on Christmas Day or something like that. I mean, let's just enjoy the holiday for what it is," you chuckled lightly, unknowingly causing William's heart to sink in his chest.

He might not have had a proposal in mind, but considering he'd never asked someone to be his girlfriend before, it felt almost like it.

"I guess," was all he managed to say. And then another 30 minutes passed with more conversation, during which William's heart continued to race faster than usual, and his palms grew sweatier. He nearly pulled his hand away when you tried to hold it as you resumed walking side by side.

"Willy, are you alright?" you asked, genuinely concerned, noticing his distant gaze and absent-mindedness.

"Um, sure."

A moment of silence passed as you both headed towards the giant Christmas tree, illuminated with the bright DIOR sign flashing its lights.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" you spoke softly as you stood admiring the tree.

"Yes... yes, it is," William almost whispered, though his gaze was fixed on you rather than the tree.

"You know, there's a funny story from my hometown—"

"Y/n, I want you to be my girlfriend." 

His mouth had spoken faster than his mind could process, and suddenly the words had slipped out, unintentionally interrupting your story. 

"What?" you asked, slightly baffled.

"I want..." Uncertainty overwhelmed him once again, but he knew he had burst the bubble and now had to articulate what was truly on his mind. "I want to be... you know... together, like, just you and me..."

His heart pounded fiercely, almost outside his chest, as he struggled to convey his thoughts. He had never been this nervous, not even on drafting day or during his first NHL game. Asking you to be his girlfriend felt like the most anxious thing he had ever done.

"Willy, you want us to be exclusive?" you asked timidly, though you had heard him perfectly clearly. Your mind just needed to process what he had asked.

"Yes, y/n," he breathed out, feeling a sense of relief. "I want us to be exclusive. I don't like the idea of you seeing anyone else, and I know I only have the right to ask that of you if you're..."

"Your girlfriend," you finished his sentence with a sweet smile. "Willy, I'd want nothing more than to be your girlfriend."

Your voice resonated with profound sincerity, reflecting what he had been trying so hard to articulate. Of course, you wanted to be with him. You just simply hadn't felt the need to push the matter but hearing him express it so earnestly left you with no doubt.

And amidst the Christmas lights and the festive cheer, William felt an immense relief coursing through his body as you said yes to being his.

It felt like a magical experience amid the joy of the season, and he had never been more certain of anything else. So with gentle tenderness, he pulled you in for a soft kiss under the shimmering lights and stars of that December night.

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So,

No matter where you are in Victoria, you’re never a significant distance from the immensity of the Pacific Ocean — you can hear the subtle hiss of the tide on the wind, taste the salty moisture in the air, and sometimes when the mists roll in thick enough you can truly feel lost, surrounded by white oblivion.

The fog was thick-packed cotton the night before I moved across the province. I’d taken a position at a rural newspaper called the Nelson Star, ten hours away. Looming sheets of white were impaled by the twisted black branches of scraggly Garry Oak trees and the jutting gables of sleepy homes as I passed by them, a hooded apparition in the night.

My soundscape was the quiet hum of streetlights and the distant swish of traffic bombing out towards the Patricia Bay Highway. The past few nights I hadn’t been able to sleep, anticipating the upcoming life pivot, so I’d been going for longer and longer night walks to sort out my headspace. It felt like being in an altered state of consciousness, outside of time, like wandering into a dream sequence.

It was just after 10 p.m. and I had my puppy Muppet’s leash wrapped tightly in one fist while I scuffed my way down the suburban streets in my slippers and sweatpants, taking in everything I was preparing to leave behind. I passed moss-slimed boulders surrounded by bobbing sword ferns, a nature preserve called Christmas Hill hidden up a hilly side street, and carefully manicured lawns amidst Narnian foliage.

Muppet was a shih-tzu maltese, a nervous and demonstrative little creature, and had become my daughter in the months since I’d purchased her from a small farm on one of the Gulf Islands. It felt like having a familiar, like she was channeling my energy. She strained at the leash curiously, unbothered by the deepening gloom, nosing her way through the dew-slicked grass.

I’d never loved living anywhere like I loved living in Victoria — there was some sort of vital spiritual connection there, a youthful energy — but lately I’d been feeling stifled and wasted and trapped. A few weeks earlier I’d wrapped up a book publishing internship that hadn’t turned out like I wanted. For a while I’d been contemplating a move to Toronto to pursue a Master’s in journalism, but at the last moment I’d taken the risk of applying for a position at the Star, out in a mysterious and romantic region called the Kootenays. I figured why go to school if I could just have a job now?

Now everything was packed, and in the morning a new era of my life would begin. I felt desperate to make progress with my career, to publish a book, to turn myself into a literary professional. I’d wasted too much time miserable in my basement suite, arguing with my girlfriend Paisley and consuming copious amounts of cannabis. Every day I felt an insistent sense of dread, this fear that I was somehow missing out on the life I was supposed to be living somewhere else.

Then there was the writing. For years I’d been laser-focused on publishing my first book, but I wasn’t making much progress with the thesis manuscript that I envisioned as my ticket to literary infamy. The working title was Whatever You’re On, I Want Some, and it was a collection of interconnected stories that came together as part of a larger narrative — not unlike A Visit From the Goon Squad by Jennifer Egan, my favourite novel. My narrative was about addiction and grief and sexual abuse, but mostly it was about the God-shaped hole inside of us all that yearns for some sort of spirituality, for catharsis, for deliverance from the banality of existence.

It was a topic that had haunted me since I’d lost my faith as a teenager.

“I want something else,” I sang to myself, muttering the words to my favourite Third Eye Blind karaoke song. “To get me through this, semi-charmed kind of life.”

The sloping entrance to Spencer’s apartment complex was lined with medieval-looking stone walls, leading up to a parking lot plateau framed by bright orange arbutus trees. Muppet was sauntering lackadaisically now, familiar with her surroundings, and sat patiently while I hit the buzzer. Spencer tolerated my canine minion in his house, but just barely, so she had to be on her best behaviour.

While I waited I gazed up at the night sky, wondering if my relationship with Spencer would be a casualty of my ambition. He was my best friend and my closest confidante, but I simply couldn’t live in Victoria any longer. It felt like life was full of these impossible choices, where you can never receive something with out first giving something up.

“Sorry dude, the buzzer’s fucked,” Spencer said, swinging open the front door in a swirling robe. He was like Julian in Trailer Park Boys, clutching a half-finished drink in one hand, and I could tell he was already stoned. He held the door for us, and gave me a welcoming thump on the shoulder.

“So you’re on the road tomorrow,” he said.

“Catching the first ferry. I’ve got like ten hours of driving to do.”

“How do you think Muppet’s going to handle that?”

“Ah, I’ll stop for walks and stuff. She’ll be fine. It’ll be an adventure, right?”

“I hate to rain on your parade, but that little dog is going to shit and puke all over your car. Just saying.”

Spencer swung open the door to his apartment, and like always we were greeted with a mysterious painting of an elderly warrior in an ornate golden helmet. He’d inherited this piece from his grandfather — nobody else wanted it — and something about it was unsettling. It wasn’t that its eyes were watching you, it was something more subtle than that. I think that’s why Spencer liked it, because it drew a sort of baffled attention, it wasn’t an ordinary thing to put on your wall.

Was he the suffering soldier, battle-scarred and staring into the middle distance? Or did it symbolize something else to him, something I didn’t understand?

After pouring me a quick drink in his sparse kitchen, Spencer led me and Muppet out to his back porch. We were on the ground floor, slightly below the lawn, so that when we sat smoking it felt like we were in some subterranean lair. We watched the sprinklers while passing a joint back and forth, gossiping sometimes but more often talking endlessly about movies and TV.

I was here at least once a week, on Sundays, to catch the latest episode of Boardwalk Empire. Starring Steve Buscemi, it was a lavish gangster epic set in 1920s Atlantic City. I found that particular era fascinating, because of Prohibition and the rise of organized crime bosses like Lucky Luciano and Al Capone.

But the true reason we devoted this much time and attention to television was because we both had the same dream of someday working in the entertainment industry. He’d been to film school, and had even directed a short student film starring our friends, but he’d become disillusioned and bitter after dropping out due to financial reasons. That didn’t mean he wasn’t still holding out hope that someday it would happen for him, that he’d find a way in, that he’d be able to escape the 9-5 life.

I could tell that he was jealous of my journalistic adventures, but he wasn’t willing to risk the financial instability that would come with making an equally bold choice for his life.

“So you’re going to be writing about the arts?” he asked, once we were settled into camping chairs. “Like concerts and movies and shit?”

“I’ll be doing a bit of everything, they say. Even sports.”

“Sports? But you hate sports.”

“It’s all the same, man. You just ask questions, get the answers, then write them down.”

He laughed, handing me his pipe. “But you literally know nothing about sports!”

“I don’t know anything about this town either. But I’ll learn.”

Spencer and I had already discussed how this opportunity would like watching the real life version of all five seasons of The Wire, a show about urban Baltimore that explored the intricacies of the drug trade and the institutions that run the city. Nelson would become my Baltimore, and then I’d populate it with a cast of characters. The amazing thing was I wouldn’t have to invent anything, because they really existed!

I wondered if I could write a book like Never Shoot a Stampede Queen by Mark Leiren-Young, an award-winning memoir about working at a paper in Williams Lake. I knew from my time working at the Whitehorse Star that this was the type of job that gave you access to places and people you would never have otherwise. I didn’t care that it was a rinky dink publication in a small Canadian town — I was going to act as if I was working for the New York Times.

“So what’s going to happen with Paisley?” Spencer asked. “She still coming?”

“I’m going up first. Then she’s flying a couple days after.”

“Separate.”

“Yeah, she needed more time to pack. Her Mom’s helping her.”

Spencer jutted out his lip thoughtfully before taking another puff. He was being as diplomatic as possible. He’d made no secret of the fact he disapproved of Paisley and thought she was ruining my life. Part of it was territorial, just him looking out for his best friend, but there was part of it was entirely justified. I was compromising myself for this woman, destroying myself even, but it was like being addicted to a drug. I couldn’t imagine a life sober of her, no matter how histrionic and destructive she got.

She was a vegan rich girl from Calgary, devastatingly beautiful, but on the opposite side of the spectrum socially and politically. We were proud of ourselves for the the little family we’d created, and the adventures we’d had all over the Yukon and Nova Scotia, but the end of our relationship somehow felt both inevitable and unattainable.

“What’s she going to do there? You know yet?”

“She’s been talking about starting a little dessert business. She makes these treats.”

“And are they disgusting?”

I laughed. “No dude, they’re okay.”

Once we headed back inside, Spencer fiddled with his projector for a moment before starting the latest episode of Boardwalk Empire. It was a familiar ritual, one I would miss. He was wearing slippers and baggy pajama bottoms, his feet propped on the coffee table while he dug into a takeout box of Chinese food.

Over the years my family had started referring to Spencer as my wife, which felt apt, because there was an intimacy between us that transcended normal friendship. I considered him a member of my family, but I was getting used to the feeling of leaving my family behind. As the action flashed across his living room wall I watched the colours dance on his face. He looked like a little kid.

The episode revolved around Richard Harrow, a World War I sniper missing half of his face. Played by Angelica Huston’s son with a mask similar to the one in Phantom of the Opera, he is a simple and loyal man capable of extraordinary violence. In an earlier episode he’d wiped out a hotel’s worth of gangsters in a blood-spattering shootout, but in this episode he was facing an even more daunting enemy: his own mind.

We watched as he trekked into the woods with a shotgun to commit suicide.

“You think he’s going to do it?”

Spencer shook his head, chewing. “They wouldn’t waste a main character like that. We’re in the middle of the season.”

“A lot of war veterans commit suicide,” I said.

“Not Richard Harrow.”

At the end of the night, I hesitated in his doorway while I struggled to get Muppet’s leash back on. She wagged her tail and squirmed out of my grasp, probably desperate for a pee. Spencer was leaning against the doorframe with a fresh drink, his eyes pink. He’d already told me that he would visit in the Kootenays, possibly in the next few months, so it wasn’t like I was never going to see him again.

We gave each other an awkward half-hug, then I began back-stepping down the hallway.

“Paisley’s going to decapitate me if I stay out much later,” I said.

He smirked, like he was leaving me to my fate.

“Drive safe, dude.”

The Literary Goon

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Proven Ways to Beat a Stunt Driving Charge in Ontario

Stunt driving charges in Ontario carry severe penalties, including hefty fines, license suspensions, and potential jail time. However, there are proven strategies that can help beat these charges or reduce their impact. This article examines effective ways to fight a stunt driving ticket in Ontario, drawing on legal expertise and real case examples.

Understanding Stunt Driving Laws in Ontario

Before delving into defense strategies, it's crucial to understand what constitutes stunt driving in Ontario. According to Section 172 of the Ontario Highway Traffic Act, stunt driving includes: - Driving 40 km/h or more over the speed limit where the limit is less than 80 km/h - Driving 50 km/h or more over the speed limit where the limit is 80 km/h or higher - Driving 150 km/h or faster, regardless of the posted limit - Racing or engaging in a contest with another vehicle - Performing stunts like drifting, wheelies, or donuts - Driving with a person in the trunk - Deliberately preventing another vehicle from passing The penalties for stunt driving in Ontario are severe: - Immediate 30-day license suspension - 14-day vehicle impoundment - Minimum $2,000 fine up to $10,000 - Possible jail sentence up to 6 months - 6 demerit points - Up to 3 year license suspension upon conviction

Given these harsh consequences, it's essential to mount a strong defense if charged with stunt driving. Let's explore some proven strategies.

1. Challenge the Evidence

One of the most effective ways to beat a stunt driving charge is to challenge the evidence against you. This often involves questioning the accuracy and reliability of speed measurement devices like radar guns or automated speed cameras.In a recent case in Toronto, a driver successfully fought a stunt driving ticket by challenging the reliability of the automated speed enforcement (ASE) camera that clocked his alleged speed. The driver was accused of going 121 km/h in a 50 km/h zone, but his defense hinged on whether the ASE camera was in reliable working condition. When cross-examined, the prosecution was unable to prove the accuracy and routine maintenance of the camera, leading to the charge being dismissed.To use this strategy: - Request disclosure of all evidence, including calibration and maintenance records for speed measurement devices - Hire an expert witness to testify about potential inaccuracies in speed measurement technology - Cross-examine the officer about their training and experience with the speed measurement device

2. Prove Necessity or Duress

In some cases, you may be able to argue that your actions were necessary due to an emergency situation or that you were under duress. While this defense is challenging to prove, it can be effective if you have strong supporting evidence.For example, if you were rushing a critically ill person to the hospital, you might argue that exceeding the speed limit was necessary to save a life. To support this defense: - Gather medical records or witness statements to corroborate your story - Provide evidence of the emergency situation (e.g., 911 call logs) - Demonstrate that you took reasonable precautions to minimize danger to others while speeding

3. Dispute the Officer's Observations

Police officers' observations play a crucial role in stunt driving charges. If you can cast doubt on the officer's ability to accurately observe and assess the situation, you may be able to beat the charge.Strategies for disputing officer observations include: - Highlighting poor weather conditions that could have affected visibility - Questioning the officer's vantage point and ability to clearly see your vehicle - Presenting evidence (like dashcam footage) that contradicts the officer's account

4. Argue Lack of Intent

For some stunt driving offenses, like racing or performing stunts, you may be able to argue that you lacked the intent to engage in the prohibited behavior. This defense can be particularly effective if you can demonstrate that your actions were unintentional or caused by factors beyond your control.For instance, if you were accused of racing another vehicle, you could argue that you were simply accelerating to merge onto a highway and had no intention of racing. To support this defense: - Provide a detailed account of your actions and intentions - Present witness statements that corroborate your version of events - Use expert testimony to explain how your actions could be misinterpreted

5. Charter Rights Violations

If your rights under the Canadian Charter of Rights and Freedoms were violated during the stop, arrest, or investigation, you may be able to have the evidence against you excluded. Common Charter violations in stunt driving cases include: - Unlawful stops or searches - Failure to inform you of your right to counsel - Unreasonable detention If you believe your rights were violated, consult with a lawyer to determine the best way to raise this issue in court.

6. Negotiate a Plea Bargain

While not technically "beating" the charge, negotiating a plea bargain can often result in reduced penalties or a lesser charge. This strategy can be particularly effective if you have a clean driving record or if there are weaknesses in the prosecution's case.In many cases, prosecutors may be willing to reduce a stunt driving charge to a regular speeding ticket or careless driving offense. This can result in lower fines, fewer demerit points, and avoid the mandatory license suspension associated with stunt driving convictions.To negotiate effectively: - Highlight any mitigating factors (e.g., clean driving record, extenuating circumstances) - Point out any weaknesses in the prosecution's case - Be prepared to plead guilty to a lesser offense

7. Challenge the Jurisdiction

In some cases, you may be able to argue that the court lacks jurisdiction to hear your case. This could occur if the alleged offense took place in a location where the specific stunt driving law doesn't apply or if there are issues with how the charge was filed.While this defense is less common, it can be effective in certain situations. Consult with a lawyer to determine if this strategy applies to your case.

8. Demonstrate Due Diligence

For some stunt driving offenses, you may be able to use the defense of due diligence. This involves showing that you took all reasonable precautions to avoid committing the offense.For example, if you're charged with stunt driving for going 40 km/h over the limit, you might argue that you were relying on your vehicle's speedometer, which you recently had calibrated. To support this defense: - Provide maintenance records showing recent speedometer calibration - Demonstrate a history of safe driving and adherence to traffic laws - Show that you took reasonable steps to ensure you were driving safely

9. Technical Errors in the Charge

Sometimes, stunt driving charges can be dismissed due to technical errors in how the charge was laid or in the paperwork associated with the ticket. Common errors include: - Incorrect date, time, or location on the ticket - Errors in the driver's name or license information - Failure to properly serve the ticket within the required timeframe While these types of errors don't always result in dismissal, they can sometimes provide grounds for having the charge thrown out.

10. Hire an Experienced Lawyer

Perhaps the most proven way to beat a stunt driving charge is to hire an experienced traffic lawyer or paralegal. These professionals have in-depth knowledge of traffic laws, court procedures, and effective defense strategies.A skilled lawyer can: - Identify weaknesses in the prosecution's case - Negotiate with prosecutors for reduced charges - Present compelling arguments in court - Ensure your rights are protected throughout the legal process While hiring a lawyer involves upfront costs, it can often save you money in the long run by helping you avoid hefty fines, license suspensions, and insurance rate increases.

Conclusion

Beating a stunt driving charge in Ontario is challenging but not impossible. By understanding the law, carefully examining the evidence against you, and employing proven defense strategies, you can increase your chances of a favorable outcome. Whether through challenging evidence, negotiating plea bargains, or raising constitutional issues, there are multiple avenues to fight these serious charges.Remember, each case is unique, and the best defense strategy will depend on the specific circumstances of your situation. If you're facing a stunt driving charge in Ontario, it's crucial to consult with an experienced traffic lawyer who can assess your case and recommend the most effective course of action. With the right approach and legal representation, you can potentially beat a stunt driving charge and avoid the severe consequences that come with a conviction. Read the full article

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