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I like dentists just fine. Except for the gloves. I get a little uncomfortable when they stick a latex-encased apendage in my mouth. I don't know why. You have GOT to have us back over there so we can check out these freaks, especially Jolee. I would be so tempted to call Carl "Kramer". He sounds like the type.

I am SO glad none of the neighbours in our new place have proven to be freaks. Of course, what do they think of us? And here I just wrote about my new apartment life and how I could talk about my neighbors.

But, I don't think I'll be able to touch yours. That sounded so naughty, didn't it? My outlook on my career is forever changed now Dear heavens, your building sounds like a freak magnet. How did you sneak in? Loved the "They were going to steal their stuff back. I'm damn near speechless! Thursday, June 21, Welcome to Streetsville. Streetsville is a quaint little old-town neighborhood pushing the north-west fringe of the great sprawling suburban grid that is Mississauga, Ontario - the sixth largest city in Canada by population.

In this city we have houses and buildings and people and grocery stores. We also have restaurants and traffic lights and dentists and fire hydrants. Doesn't that sound like an interesting place? And if that's not enough, we also have schools and grass and newspapers and ATM machines. We also have a mayor who's been re-elected more times than god. If she survives one more term in office she'll reach one hundred years of age.

We celebrate that we have the oldest mayor in the world. To get to Mississauga you can either drive east through Oakville until everything you see looks much the same as it just did - or you can drive West through Toronto until everything you see looks much the same as it just did. The two biggest problems of course being, one, that it is too dense an two, that it is not dense enough.

Once in Mississauga you can find Streetsville one of two ways. You can look at a damn map, Or you can just pull over and ask the nearest pederastrian to point the way to the nut-house. If they're at all confused or unclear about your query just say: The strip of loft apartments where FWG and Steve-o live and all the rejects of society. You know - the spaced-out lunatic deviant mental cases.

The freaks of nature. The ones who sniff their fingers a lot and drink their bath water - suds and all. Where all the shit-ass crazy mega-maniacal mental-institution escapees live. We share a substantial balcony running the length of the complex. So we're all rather cozy.

Let me tell you just a bit about the neighbors. I call him Sal. I don't know if he minds or not. Sala is schizophrenic and heavily medicated. He's quiet and polite.

He likes to sit just outside our apartment and smoke cigarettes, the stench from which rises to my second-level bedroom window and grosses me out. I don't mind too much. He's my favorite neighbor. He's by far the most normal of them, warts, schizophrenia and all.

She lives next door. She behaves in a rather chummy manner with me. She's a Christian and speaks very often of her church and its guiding influence on her life. She loves to give me advice. I don't bother telling her that her advice is almost never even slightly relevant to my life and circumstance.

I assume that she assumes that not being Christian I must be a dumb ass and in need of much advice. She's a fledgling writer. She wrote a romantic ditty about a man named Mac who presented a white handkerchief to the heroine at which time they fell in love and lived happily ever after. When later, in real life, at a funeral, Yvonne was crying and a man named Mark offered her a white handkerchief she nearly collapsed under the karmic wonderment of it all, fell instantly in love well - upon approval from her church of course and decided that she and this resident of England were going to elope to Scotland and marry.

It hasn't happened yet but I think she's got her bags half packed. I think she's one scarf short of a suitcase. She's my other next door neighbor. Another writer of sorts. Her child is not so nice. She's known as The Hellion among other less-printable things.

She's maybe ten years old and likes to throw fits. Lots of screaming, screaming, screaming, slamming of doors, more screaming, maybe another slamming of a door.

Perhaps a few odd bloodcurdling screams in between the regular screams of red murderous rage. I've often lost sleep due to this. Miraculously she has yet to scream so violently that a vital organ or two has flown from her mouth. I presume that day is coming. I presume that will be the sad sad end of her.

Julie has a spare room to sublet. She told me to recommend her to anyone I knew who was looking for a place and who, presumably, wouldn't mind living with the daughter of Satan. I'll get right on that. A typical Carl encounter goes much like this: Just remember to turn the gas off when you're done, okay?

Do you have any hamburgers I could borrow? You're welcome to try them and if you like them you can have the rest. I'll just grab them from the freezer for you. Do you have any hamburger buns I could borrow? They sell buns there. Hey, where is it you guys work, again? Is it computer work you do? I want to do computer work. Carl sauntered over and was introduced to a few guests. He remained quiet for awhile, eyeing the burgers no doubt, and listening to the discussion going on around him; discussion around sports, politics, the workplace.

At a break in the conversation Carl piped up with this: Jolee is the queen freak of all freaks. You have no idea. Just looking at her is an adventure in queasiness. She's got the crazy eyes like nobody's business.

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She drove her car partly off the ledge our parking lot sits at a higher elevation than the surrounding ones. Or else her enemies pushed it off. Waiting for the teenagers to come along again, she hid in the bushes along with a tall vagrant whom she introduced as her bodyguard and who was found intruding in a neighbor's apartment uninvited just prior to the neighbor's camera going missing, and also with a large dog whom she introduced as her guard dog and who attacked a neighbor's dog, inflicting serious bloody wounds.

Last evening I showed up here with Rockin' Roddie and some cheese and salmon and healthy salad tid-bits. Steve-o was on a date. We planned to have a nice quiet dinner, share good conversation and drink a case of wine or two.

Jolee was waiting for us at the top of the stairs to the shared balcony. I have a slow leak in one tire. It sags a bit now and then until I stop at Esso to pump it up with free air, use their bathroom and scram without buying a thing. I took photos of your tire! She was repressing me! But it's all out in the open now! They were gonna sneak into my apartment through the ducts and steal all their stuff back!

I know about you. I see when you come and when you go. Tonight I got home - after dark - and nearly made it in the door before she approached me with a wine bottle in her hand. Here, you take the Merlot. It was filthy and empty and once held a Lindemans Shiraz according to the label.

She took it back. It's all I've got left. You have no light. It's covered in plaster. Look at me, I'm covered in plaster! I need to buy some more locks.

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