This is the backyard; note the shed in the corner, perfect for storage of lawn mowers, leaf blowers, rotting
corpses, etc. It's not a huge backyard, but it's reasonably private, protected nicely by a tall fence in
the backyard and chain-link on each side. (The one side that doesn't have a treeline along it is,
naturally, the side adjoining the house occupied by apparent crack dealers.)
I'm unsure of the purpose of the tire in the tree; it's not hanging by a rope for swinging, it's actually nailed or screwed to the tree in some fashion. I can only assume that the current owners relieve agression by putting on helmets and running headlong into it, screaming hysterical Spanish profanity.
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