I guess they called the apartments that, because they were backed up against a hill. They even had ledges up, with black square logs to keep the dirt in. Sticky with tar, like a telephone pole, but they smelled piney. They planted rose bushes up there to give the apartments a better view, but I went down there from the park to smell flowers, and stuff.
All the time, especially when the roses were in bloom, but then I caught some boys back there smoking, and talking. Continue reading →