Backyard

The family boat sat on a trailer in the back yard.  It had been unmoved in such a long period of time that it had sunk into the ground up to its axles and weeds were sprouting from every available opening.  A Chevy Camaro was similarly marooned, resting on its axles.  Near the Camaro was a cube of cinderblocks, about eight feet by eight.  Originally, the blocks were intended for a new shed, but it had yet to be built.  And when it was finally started, Dank would surely die before it was finished-probably from the bite of one of the black widows resting in the cracks.  The old shed it was intended to replace rested unevenly on the ground.  The lean to the left made the shelves on the right unusable.  The shed’s roof had worn through many years ago.  When it had first worn out, it was simply covered with a piece of tarpaulin.  Subsequently, whenever the tarpaulin wore thing, Dank would tie another sheet over it.