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This was the apartment that my Dad lived in for 13 years. As an odd coincidence, my godfather also lived here some 30ish years ago. We actually have a little history in this little crap hole. Years ago, I played with hot wheels on the front porch, my brother was chased by a chow in the bedroom. Years later, we all hung out, drank beer, BBQ'd. Had many laughs here, and most recently, shed many tears as well. In a way, I'll miss the place. Even with the nicotine stained walls... As posted on my Mediagobin Dad normally hung out in the kitchen. He had built a workbench out of some scrap wood, had his computer there, a tv next beside it with a tall stool with arms and back to take it all in. Fridge was a few feet away, coffee pot and microwave not much farther. In true bachelor fashion, why the hell would you spend much time in the living room if it only put you farther away from all that convenience? As an add-on to that workbench, there was pegboard set up. Hanging on that pegboard was…