Almost 2 years ago I lived in the former Capitol Records pressing plant in Glassell Park. I had a windowless room in Unit 13 and my best friend living in the Harry Potter room just across the space from me. January 4th we were given notice we had to leave. The warehouse, the community was over. We were nearly 30 people losing our homes and work spaces. Before I arrived at 2121, I had a small apartment, but was so lost in life I never knew where I'd wake up the next morning. At this time in 2014, I was feeling secure in myself and my art. We all knew our homes weren't permanent, we knew they weren't up to code, we knew our landlord didn't give a shit about us, but them's the rules when you're an outsider, an artist. People don't give a shit about you. Your heart gets broken, you live in a bubble, you find your best friend, you stand beside each other through thick and thin. I wrote this poem in response to our notice to vacate. Today I'm fighting tears because of Oakland. It could've been any of us. It could still be any of us. I still like to believe life will be better in later days. #hugeveryone #laterdays