This photo was taken my my brother Andrew of my old house in mid December. Thats old house on Front St. was filled with good memories of singing, dancing, laughing and community. After turning the attic into a palace our landlord was pissed enough to give us the boot. At first it was quite a bummer, but then it pushed me into a forward movement that does not seem to be slowing down any time soon. Wait, so everything really does happen for a reason?
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