Having never been before to the 7th Street Entry, I didn’t really know what to expect of the place. My first memory–well association is perhaps more appropriate–of “the entry” (as they call it) was handed down from my dad: people at the entry are tattooed, biker gangbangers with pierced lips and eyebrows that do hard drugs and are alcoholics. In all fairness he has never been there.

Read the rest and see a short video from the show…