The Time I Fell In Love With Eminem’s Childhood Home

Picture of me sitting on the porch of Eminem’s childhood home on October 10th, 2013. Exactly one month before the structure was set on fire, and then demolished by the City of Detroit. I was 19.

For some reason, when I think of Eminem, see his name, or hear his voice, the very first thing that comes to mind is a giant slab of old, worn out, dirty concrete. More specifically, I think of the old, dirty slab of concrete that made up the front porch of one of his many Detroit childhood homes: 19946 Dresden. I think of how weathered and broken it was, but how the structure still stood strong and…

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Gina Clingan

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Instagram: @gina_clingan twitter.com/GinaClingan facebook.com/GinaClinganWriter Some of my other writings can be found on thoughtcatalog

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