Jun 23, 2020
6 min read
Gnome Shacks
they’re real and they’re spectacular
On June 7th of 1986, I was eighteen years old and moved into the No Bev house in the suburbs of Detroit.
My parents had told me six months before to prepare to leave their home after graduation. I didn’t exactly graduate — that’s a different story — but still I was expected to vamoose at the start of summer.
