I imagined this because I’ve been in places like this. You have to imagine these three floor spaces with basement patios that could serve as outdoor space.
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I have known nice gentleman like him, from the place he originated and even with the same name as him. “little boxes made of ticky tack.”Īnyway eventually the agent showed up.
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Of course if I lived there I would constantly be looking at the houses one street over and experience envy that they live in a real house and we live in this rickety tickety box. For years I’ve watched these instant neighbourhoods going up and thought “who could live there?” But this one was in a pretty nice neighbourhood, close to some things we like, close to some people I know. It was a townhouse in a townhouse complex. When you go from hope to despair in an instant. So it was not just the space but the sudden dropping of all hope. The agent pointed out that he didn’t set the price, the company did, and then tried to cheer us up by saying that the new B variant of omicron might send everyone home again, and then prices would go down.Īlan: This was the most awful place yet but I admit that as it was revealing its true awfulness, I did have the thought “at least it will be fun to write about.”Īnd I should say it may not be the most depressing, suicide-inducing place we’ve seen but before we saw it, we were walking around the area and thinking “hmm this might not be so bad”. I will say nothing since the area looked sanitized and family friendly.
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#WE ALL SANG TICKEY TACK CRACK#
I will not say anything about the broken down brown leather sofa sitting in front of the entrance where you could sit when you felt like smoking crack or buying it.
#WE ALL SANG TICKEY TACK CRACKED#
The location was very close to the UP express train to Pearson airport and we cracked a few jokes about how we would never have to pay for an airport taxi again. I took a bunch of pictures of the wrong place before we realized that one side of the street had a different name than the other side: the west side was Ernest, the east side was Elsie, and the whole development was a warren of numbers guaranteed to make your guests get lost and arrive at dinner annoyed. Shopping and hysteria go hand in hand, and Alan and I did get giddy with anticipation when we first arrived.