Though built by unskilled labor (including Jono and I) the walls support my weight.
These were the bedrooms we put up at the apartment on Wyckoff Avenue. The tops of these walls were never completed, as then there would be no light.
At this point, mainly a photoblog of my life. Tangible evidence that I exist and that I've ever done anything is scant, since I haven't owned a camera until very recently, and have to depend on the shutterbug tendencies of others.
