Description
The north shop, the place that slowly began to fall apart as quickly as Matthias's car drove away. There nestled away on the other side of DTLA, sectioned off as an office with its own rules, a unique experience I'd like to tell from the beginning as it's full of humor, drama, and many other dark things that were kept swept under the rug. Perhaps this is the way all satellite offices operate? There's no way for me to know as this was our first gig and everyone, including bossman, were still in our early 20's. We were all kids when this began and the system spit us out the other end as old men who in the course of 28 years had learned nothing but to be unhappy-complaining, immature conmen, which most of us would not be able to outgrow for the remainder of our lives.
Prologue
