Its a sad reality of life, but unfortunately all good things must come to an end. I12 was a good thing. It was a place where friends gathered, neighborhood children were welcomed, and feasts were cooked. There was laughing, and sharing, and jubilant celebrations that took place in that small, humble apartment. For two great years the fun and good times were unceasing. Then the lease ran out and everyone went their seperate ways. Here is a gallery of some last memories as the I12 crew cleaned up their place before they gave it back to the authorities.