The Rover: the rent is too damn high

When Montreal tenants were social lions, everybody won. Except my landlord.

The fridge teetered over our balcony just long enough for the group to pray it wouldn’t fall and crush someone’s head.

It did not.

Rather, it plunged 25 feet onto the landlord’s deck, smashing furniture, scattering debris over the neighbour’s fence and scaring the shit out of us all.

That’s not even the worst part.

Our friend, Alexandre, had attempted, fool…