
view from my back porch
when you live in the ghetto, you become the ghetto.
i decided to spruce things up where i could, namely my back porch.
i left my chairs and table out all winter long because, well, because i did. nowhere to store them really. and boy, have they faded. 
i decided to restain the chairs and liven up the porch a little. make it a little more cozy. got some “fruit punch” stain, which i thought would be a little more pinkish, but kinda just came out red. which is fine. anything is better than faded dull grey. 
bought a few flowers and even though i still live in the ghetto, my view is a little brighter. and by brighter, i mean blocked.

only trouble is – i absolutely wrenched my back. jacked it up BAD. the sanding, the staining, the bending over, the bad body positioning. and on top of this, i did a massage later on and that’s when the trouble started to set in. i’m walking like a little old man and it ain’t pretty. haven’t had a cocktail in over a week now, but decided it would be the best muscle relaxer, purely medicinal. 
great view.