Two years ago…
Adrian stood in front of the worn out old bricked building, in the heart of the Alpine Street Los Angeles. The cuts and lanes that he had to go through on his Range Rover, just to reach that old building made him feel even more suffocated and extremely depressed.
As he stood gawking at the structure of the building, judging its big and rusty windows against the backdrop of the night sky, he didn’t know whether the building carried just an overall depressing out look or if it was the greyed night sky, adding more depression to the faded paint of the building that left large grey patches all over it.
Only the very farther lamp post of the street, away from the building was working, making the entire lane dark and giving it an extremely grotesque and somber enviornment.
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