meet the neighbors

I moved into Factory Place around the same time the pornographic clowns were taking over the building. 

My live/work studio was a large concrete shoebox just big enough for my gear, a small sweep, and me. The first night there, I was alone in the empty space building a desk. It was quiet until I started hearing a faint slap, slap, slap coming through the wall. I wasn’t sure what it was.

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