To the south of our beloved warehouse, Hispanic gangs beat the crap out of each other and anyone who mistakenly wandered down the wrong street. Immediately north, the gay population partied the night away, including the city’s most famous cruiser, Jeffrey Dalmer. Not only did we live down the block from where Jeffrey danced and drank, one of the clubs we frequently played was spitting distance from Jeffrey’s apartment.

The area around the warehouse has since become “gentrified,” meaning Whitey’s taking back the streets.