When I met Basil on the street of Toronto , he was hanging out with real hardcore drunks natives caught in hardcore native gangviolence, a world I dont really know thank you manitous. This was in 2001.  I was crazy as a loon as far as i know but I had a good job at SickKids Hospital with Dr.Unger, which I found way too intellectual so I pretended I was on the street all along, although I had a home and board. Later, in 2006, I became truly on the street. So it is in 2001, in my reverie of privileged daughter of whities working in medical research with kids, that I met Basil who was hanging out on the street. As usual only natives care about the mystique, white or native, in canada on the lamb. So he approached the dreamer he saw as such in a park and said: hi, i am an angel, i can help you. And you know what? It was truly Manitou who was in him that day and for all his life.