“I had the fantastic endeavour of walking through the downtown core at 11pm last night [Saturday 2 Jun 2012]. Within my half hour walk I overheard three groups of staggeringly drunk people conversing, arguing and yelling at each other about real estate, renting and mortgages. It was a tad surreal.
I was entirely sober, walking home from a late work meeting. I usually treat myself to a walk and a listen to an album from start to finish, but on a weekend late night around Granville, it’s not the time for headphones for safety reasons.
I’ve never heard conversations like this before. Women yelling at each other that “it doesn’t matter if I can’t afford the payments one day, I can always go back to renting” another young man saying to his friend “no way man, I just want a place that’s worth $500,000. It’s gotta be worth $500,000″
To hear one conversation, no big deal, coincidence, to cover twenty blocks and encounter three passing conversations seems worthy of mention.”
– Aldus Huxtable at VREAA 3 Jun 2012 8:59am and onwards
Coming next: Morning-after guilt; regret; shoulda-coulda-woulda; nausea; incomplete recollections; rewritings; “what-happened-to-my-wallet?”; blame; denial; repulsion; resolutions of abstention.