Hey, I'm Jenn. I have a farm outside of Portland, Maine. It started out as me squatting in my grandparents house after they passed away. Fixed it up for a bit and I started a farm. It's made out of pallets, tarps, spraypaint, and animals I found on craigslist. We sell dumpstered food in a food stand. We burn stuff, lots of stuff. We build treehouses. We make our own booze sometimes. We paint the walls and play music till the wee hours. We've housed up bands like Rail Yard Ghosts, Days N Daze, and bits and pieces of Speaker for the Dead and Blackbird Raum. Everybody goes south for the winter, but if you're bad ass enough to rough out a Maine winter hit me up. There's plenty of shit to burn, build, and brew.