the real estate market in Vancouver is nuts. for the past few months i've been looking for a home and have found it a very depressing task. the other day my realtor took me to a loft at the edge of Gastown. the building was nice, the price was right, parking included, insuite laundry... i opened the front door and an overwhelming sense of claustrophobia sent me running for the balcony doors. it was small, the cement floors were chipped and there was a palpable pungent odor of cat poop and sweaty bodies that brought my hand to my face in an automatic response. my realtor with his usual charasmatic smile looked over at me and said "this is cute. i can see you living here. i like the floors" (they were green) we finished the grand tour and exited the building. as we were waiting to cross the street i looked down to see a spent hyopdermic needle at the side of the road. looking up and back at the front of the building i then saw a man and a woman sit down against the building and roll up the woman's sleeve.
my realtor simply shrugged and said that was to be expected in this neighbourhood and that we should probably think of moving quickly on this one as there was already one standing offer on the place... we crossed the street and i stood, amongst the wafting streams of urine, fixated on his enormous teeth,
as he reiterated the urgency of responding quickly, all the while planning my excape route once i'd knee-capped him with my ball-peen hammer. somehow he'd come to the conclusion i fit in here, that this was where i belonged. i went home and hid under the covers.
moot or hooey?
Vancouver opened the first safe injection site in North America. at present there is... umm, one.
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