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My first apartment was pretty cheap, for very good reasons.
-18 sq meters.
-Heating appliance really too big, with a very loudy ignition, and nearly impossible to keep on during windy weather.
-It was under the roof and the intercom did not work, so i had to get down all the stairs to know who just ringed to me.
-The floor cracked at every step.
-My direct neighbor were borderline-rednecks.
135 Tyndall Ave, Toronto. As some graffiti I saw nearby said “King and Duff is mad rough”.
Move-in day I had what I’m fairly certain was a drug dealer got into a fight with me.
The elevator license was about a year expired, so I refused to use it. Walking up 7 stories wasn’t too big a deal, except that the stairwell was usually home to a few meth heads indulging in their habit.
Frequently I would find homeless people sleeping in the halls outside my unit, often having to wake them up so I could get inside my own home.
My roommate and I used to hang out on our balcony and look at the people below and try to guess whether they were drug addicts, prostitutes, or former patients from the mental health institution the government had shut down a few years prior (many ended up homeless).
That doesn’t even begin to touch on the bedbugs, roaches, and pigeon problems that building had, or the bi-weekly fire alarms.
I got out of there within 6 months. Absolute hell. The area has a very large Tibetan population, and I do miss seeing the monks and prayer flags though.
Student at university shared the 2br. house with 4 other dudes, in Poughkeepsie NY in the mid 90s, 2 who lived there originally had the bedrooms, me and one guy got the dining room we dividend with furniture, milk crates & curtains… everyone had a good time in the living room hearing me and one of my dates fucking…like the entire crew and their friends lined up like judges at a field sporting event
The bathroom was always wet… every surface
the boiler would often shut down, freezing us…most of the time on the weekends when we couldn’t get it running again
prostitutes would walk up to our door
the oil pipe to the boiler leaked outside
2 dogs & a snake as well, nothing in the fridge except garlic and weed (how my friend paid for his college tuition)
Ah yes, being in College and meeting with my garlic dealer was always such a highlight.
So, the garlic was there because we bought a 3L tin of olive oil, we would get loads of bread from school and drank wine
We were culinary students, so the wine was ‘necessary’ and since we had to make a choice about spending money we spent it on olive oil, garlic and wine.
A solid career investment, if you will.
As a chef of ~20 years, I completely understand and approve.
THERE ARE DOZENS OF US! DOZENS!
Mold.
A “carriage house”, in the backyard of some rich couple who were the landlords. I split it with a buddy. Open holes to the outside that we patched with duct tape. The entire thing listed to one side. It smelled like mold. Zero insulation or climate control of any kind. Landlord still stole food from our fridge when we were away.
