Maggie's Farm

It reminds me of The Artists Lofts, in Galveston, Texas. High ceilings, exposed beams, old wooden floors and large windows that never opened because they were stuck from all the crappy paint jobs throughout the years. No insulation between lofts. The woman upstairs wore heels and you could hear her walk every step. I think she never took her heels off. The man downstairs smoked, and the smoke filtered through the ventilation system. The woman next door entertained nightly, and was the entertainment for the evening. The other lady next to the loft I lived in, never was home and her dog was always whimpering because he was lonely. I would always sneak her dog treats under her door, because there was quite a bit of space between the front door and the floor. I miss living there.