The Hunt
The open tabs on my browser alternate between apartment listings and job descriptions. I'm exactly where I started from a year ago, only a hell of a lot wiser to what it is to live in this city and with a very modest income. Modest, you guys. You think you know yourself. And then you see yourself from the reverse of what you've known for so many years, in the upside down version of your life, and you're about to turn 34, and it's 45 degrees out. A lil extra weight for you to battle the urge to give up. I haven't been able to write these essays as much as usual since moving here. I've started many and abandoned them quickly. I've been kind of cocooning myself for a sense of safety in my new home. Meh. Even condoms are only 98% effective. Here goes. I just returned home from seeing a one bedroom basement apartment on Markham street between College and Dundas. Sweet spot. Beautiful house. Narrow access to the back, a maze, some hurdles, a drunk