This place echoes a lot, recently. When we got this place so many years ago it was brand-spankin’ new, shining like a new dime, like everything on the internet was back then. It was like they had built millions and millions and millions of units of fully-modular customize-everything-you-like squat housing and we’d found our little place and we built it and decorated it and it was ours. And we put up our Jay Bruce posters and we built a fully-stocked bar in the basement and we put in a firehouse pole and we had the time of our lives.
Diary
