After a few minutes later, I was already riding my motorbike like a crazy-ass gangster on the road.
It should be a heat-cracking daytime. However, the sun couldn't penetrate because the thick dark clouds were preventing it from spreading its power. The storm-like rain was pouring in fury, destroying the leaves and everything in the trees.
I wasn't an exemption to the wind's wrath. It made my bike wobble and almost roll against the slippery highway. However, this sonofabitch obstacle couldn't stop me from heading towards Santa Monica Galleries.
It was almost an hour later when I reached my destination. Taking off my helmet, I got off the bike and stood in front of the building, my eyes grew big and I almost collapsed upon seeing the view. There it was - the Santa Monica Galleries stood
