First, you go through a short section of semi nice houses that all have security alert signs. All of them. It’s amazing. Then you start noticing houses that have peeling paint, no gardens, boards in some windows. There are broken down cars in the driveways and lawns, young women with strollers, chain-link fences, and flags in the windows instead of curtains. Most of them are Calgary Flames flags. I once saw a black toilet seat intertwined in one of the fence links. Who does that?
There’s one section of the ghetto that has a trailer park with the homes practically sitting atop one another on the corner of two busier streets. For some semblance of privacy, people put up blue, orange, grey, and green tarps along the fence. There is a scruffy shih-tzu that is tied to a yellow rope when it’s nice out. And I’ve yet to figure out what lives in a chicken wire cage, with a tunnel contraption. It runs 12 feet in the air and is hooked up to another larger cage. The dimensions are too small for a small dog, but the mesh is too big for a rabbit. I have no idea. Maybe it’s a boa constrictor.
There are also no big name stores in the ghetto. Not even a Safeway. There might be a Tim Hortons, but I haven’t seen one on my bus route. There is however a black sign with neon writing that offers 2nd and 3rd mortgages on homes. This is kind of sad. So is the amount of litter. It’s pretty gross.
I once saw a group of younger “rough” men wearing matching black bandannas in different ways. I told Sea, and we think they might be gang members or something. She offered to drive me home when I work the late shift. People get killed here by gangs practically every week. Last week some couple were killed in a restaurant in the North East. I work in the north east. Gotta love the ghetto.
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