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May 02, 2006
Dumpy
I live on the top floor of a nice old Victorian house in Parkdale, next door to what I guess you'd call a rooming house… for crazy people. There's always been a modest pile of garbage out back of the place — assorted furniture, bags of discarded or abandoned clothes, an amazing number of toilets. It never disappears completely, but nothing stays there for more than, say, a month, and it doesn't bother me nearly as much as the crackheads who live in the place. One recently took to playing ethnic radio at maximum volume, all night. That stopped a couple of weeks back, and I assume it's a related development that over the weekend the mother of all piles of shit coagulated in the back yard. It really was breathtaking.
Posted by Chris Selley at May 2, 2006 11:14 PM
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I guess that proves that not every pile of crap is a work of art.
Seriously though, if action is required I would recommend discarding Warmington's suggestion about calling in parking authority officers. All the owner has to do then is slap a hadicapped sticker on the pile. No infraction is too great that it can overide the power of invisibilty endowed in such a simple talisman.
Posted by: Sean Pelette at May 4, 2006 04:45 PM
Typical story. Montreal guy who moves to Toronto and realizes that his life there is worse than had he stayed and that his new hockey team stinks.
I've heard your tune a million times from others like you.
Posted by: just at May 4, 2006 08:56 PM
Fuck Sylvia Watson, darling - this is a problem easily remedied with 5 litres of gasoline and a Zippo. Nothing eradicates odours like a good garbage bonfire.
Posted by: Liz at May 5, 2006 11:03 AM
I desire updates on this tale.
Posted by: Jason at May 8, 2006 10:02 PM