Backyard
Feck. Now I'm the only member of my family who has a fire escape that qualifies as a backyard. Hell, the fire escape is so rusty that a person cannot stand on it without having second thoughts to linger several more moments.
Older sister and younger brother bought a house within a month of each other. A backyard with a back porch.
(As Cartman) You bastards!
Resist urge to pull up stakes in NYC and find a shack by the Hudson River...
Older sister and younger brother bought a house within a month of each other. A backyard with a back porch.
(As Cartman) You bastards!
Resist urge to pull up stakes in NYC and find a shack by the Hudson River...
posted by Kate O. Breen at 3:56 PM
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In my last Hell's Kitchen apartment, I would use my fire escape like a terrace sometimes... Until one day, one of the steps completely fell off the rusty rotting stairwell... while I was descending...
Now, I'm perfectly content to live in a first floor apartment.
Just a quick six foot drop for me and my doggie in case of fire...
Mr. H.K.
Postcards from Hell's Kitchen
My nexy apartment shall be at some level where one can jump at the risk of breaking my ankle, not my neck.
Trying to imagine what it s like to see Breen jump and land.
R-
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