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| I live upstairs. Beside a rooming house with tenants that like to sing Johnny Cash at 4am, and a lady that often walks up and down the street screaming Marco Polo in the middle of the night, and crack-addicted neighbours that I watched the police evict a couple weeks ago, and you can't forget the legendary Harold C. Funk that likes to leave propaganda on the windshield of my car. There are lots of characters around here. Despite all this, I really like it here. | |
| More Photos :: Comments (6) The shadows on the couch at to the sketchyness of the alley .. nice job. I use to think characters gave my environment a little color,however, when your personal safety gets compromised ..that changes. I recently had an intruder in my house, while I slept, because a door was left unlocked. All the weirdos who come up to Beechwood for shopping and then sneek back into the pits of Vanier, all pass my house and leave creepyness in their wake. So .. we're moving. Screw all that crap .... I want a white picket fence! eh, shit, .. I already have that. clearly I'm doomed. lolPosted by: Sarah on 05.01.06 Posted by: Ruhh on 05.01.06 Posted by: Derrick on 05.01.06 Posted by: kyle on 05.01.06 Posted by: brian on 05.01.06 Posted by: Jens on 05.01.06 Post a comment
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