I remember when Anna and I lived at Thondley Street in Windsor, in a cheap brick apartment building. We were terribly poor, and most nights we ate dinner while listening to the Acid House King’s album, Sing Along with the Acid House Kings. And every five or ten minutes someone would walk past our front door, which directly faced into the stairwell of the apartment building, on the ground floor, where everyone needed to walk by.
-25 June 2017
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