first apartment. a one bedroom
ground
floor unit
behind the racetrack.
i was 23 years old.
the place cost
two hundred and fifteen dollars
per month.
utilities
included.
it had a sliding back door
that led out to the woods
where i could see
a stream when the trees
weren't full.
i used to put a metal
pole at the bottom of the door
so no one could break in.
to one side was a basketball
court.
i had a hibachi
on the small slab patio
where i grilled burgers and dogs
all year round.
i was in heaven.
air conditioning,
a washer and dryer stacked
in the hall closet.
a dishwasher.
a pool within walking
distance.
and three Swedish
stewardesses
living next door.
sometimes they needed help
putting coconut oil
on their backs when we all
laid out,
working on our tans.
i'd turn my speakers out
to window
so that we could listen
to Jimmy Buffet and Eagles
records until the sun went down.
good times. good times.
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