Smokes and Mirrors
So, I live right behind a pizza shop, right? In a cute, little apartment that’s really old and kind of falling apart, but in an adorable sort of way. There are some other apartment buildings adjacent to mine, probably just as dulcetly decaying. I’m guessing, as I’ve only gotten glimpses of the spaces my neighbors inhabit. I see my neighbors, but I don’t really see them, if you know what I mean. Well, attached to my apartment is a little brown deck with wide, steep steps. The paint is peeling everywhere and one of the stairs just gave up on me last summer. Stepped on it, and it decided it would be fun to detach and do a little surfing. I found out quickly, I am not good at surfing. This deck is where I am most likely to observe my neighbors. I’ll hang out on the little chairs that barely fit, drinking coffee, pretending to read, most likely on my phone. I’m kind of perched up high...