I found these photos while preparing for The Big Move 2.0. With six and half foot high stucco ceilings and (dark) fake wood panelling, this is the place that I have measured all the others against. Just West of Little Italy, we lived three to the basement with another three "apartments" in the house. Above the kitchen lived a woman our age, affectionately dubbed The Screamer. Somewhere above my make-shift room, lived the single mother whose son was taken away from her by the police on an April morning; not soon enough to prevent her from beating the shit out of him too many times. We never saw the people on the second floor but they got more mail than the rest of us combined. This is where I quit smoking, rediscovered computers and made these paintings.