Friday, June 24, 2005


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...


Blogger Mr. H.K. said...

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

6/26/2005 6:03 PM  
Blogger breenie said...

My nexy apartment shall be at some level where one can jump at the risk of breaking my ankle, not my neck.

6/26/2005 10:51 PM  
Blogger Ridor said...

Trying to imagine what it s like to see Breen jump and land.


6/29/2005 11:54 PM  

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