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I was 15 and in my boyfriend's basement in Wyandotte, Michigan. Those are his brother's drums in the background, and his amp behind me. I spent a lot of time on this dirty, old furniture, hanging out while they jammed.
My pose in this photo is kind-of odd - all folded up. But I think it has to do with being self-conscious. I was probably feeling shy about having my photo taken. Or maybe I was just comfortable like that? In any case I'm glad this photo was taken, it's the only one I have of this place. And it's funny how it reminds me of my son's basement now - also full of old furniture and band equipment.
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