On the wall in the hallway outside his kitchen is the most priceless item in the whole apartment: A professional portrait of de Cardenas as a kid, clutching a Donald Duck doll. “The photographer made me hold that fucking duck,” he says. “He was like, be dramatic, make it an important moment. I hung the photo there because I thought it was cool, but it kind of makes me sad, too. Time goes so fast. My childhood is so gone.”