I live at Richmond and Niagara which means I’m not “Queen West”, I’m not “West Queen West”, and I’m shafted from the “King West” group. The little niche between all these “neighbourhoods” is a mishmash of the strangest grouping of human beings I’ve ever encountered. For a shot at $1500, I’ll certainly tell you what goes on here…perhaps it’ll help me get myself out.
Having recently returned to Toronto after a few years abroad (including a 4 year stint in the overpriced, underworked, super green Vancouver) I needed something cheap and fast. This leaves me living in 250 square feet, next door to a guy who manages a hair salon in the village and parties nightly with a yappy dog, a vicious cat, and a gaggle of loud, drunken girls. I don’t know how he can fit all that in there and still have room to make bathtub wine.
Our building is adjacent to an alley which I can only describe as the rabbit hole. Any given evening you’ll see people indulging in their addiction of choice with the backdrop of the most phenomenal graffiti you will see for the next few blocks. On the other side you’re greeted with a spattering of after hours clubs. Turn the corner and you’ll find yourself right at Queen and Bathurst, where I’m sure you could score any chemical or physical solution known to man. Saturdays the city sprays the corner down with bleach, but it’ll never truly be clean. You could waste for days in the Zoo.