Expensive Condos in a Cheap Town

As told by the raccoons of Queen West.

We don’t live long—two, maybe three years if the cars miss us and the coyotes stay north. But we remember. We have to. Memory is our map, passed from mother to kit, from dumpster to dumpster, through alleyways slick with stale broth, under the Gardiner’s concrete sigh, past the tents near Lamport and the benches of Grange Park: the legend of Skinny.