I met Amry outside a dental office in Cabbagetown. He was leaning against a poster of a big perfect smile, smoking a cigarette. When I asked if I could take his picture, he said sure and wondered where I was from. I figured “fair is fair” and asked him the same question in return. He was born in Iran but has lived in Toronto for the last 20 years. I asked if has any family. He said he has two brothers. Any children? He shrugged. Maybe. He can’t be sure about such things.
