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Struggling (and more often fighting) writer by trade, and office monkey when I need to pay my bills. It's an enviable life.
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May 8, 2006

Hogs aplenty...


Seems that the Hell's Angels had a convention just north of Toronto this weekend. Which would likely explain why their clubhouse on Eastern Ave (just a short ways from our place) was littered with bikes, bikers, cops and haggard-looking women in leather gear.

I have the weirdest neighbourhood ever. Within walking distance:

- Hell's Angels Clubhouse
- Gerard India Bazaar (Little India -- and too-too delicious food)
- The beach - as in Ashbridges Bay, sand, water and a huge park
- The Beach - as in yuppie kids-and-dogs, expensive little shops, Starbucks, etc
- 55 Division (police)
- Mini CrackTown - dug-addled weirdos everywhere
- Leslieville and its many antique shops
- The Duke Tavern -- John Wayne in a sunset-lit desert has been painted on the building
- Toronto Film District -- film studios aplenty
- Ashbridges Bay sewage treatment plant

I'm sure there's more.

But it's a damn sight better than the neighbourhood we lived in when I was in fourth year -- tucked in between low-income housing with high violence rates... and slaughterhouses.

You don't know gross until you walk to the streetcar and find the road littered with entrails, chicken feet, fatty deposits, a pig's ear and greasy pools of blood.

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