I was telling someone recollections of one of one of my old studios. This one was in a huge warehouse dowtown Miami, years before that area started getting gentrified. The space is now (ironicaly enough!) a club named Space.
Back when I had the place, there were nothing but crackheads and homeless people on the street. I lived there sometime without electricity and at night it was scary as fuck.
When I look back at how many studios I have had and how much money I have spent in rent, I could own a castle in Wales by now. So it goes.. our dreams often surpass our own means.
Wealthy, but in photos and memories.
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