*Elio*
“Twenty-four thousand square foot lot, with the majority being commercial state. I assure you this La Cienega warehouse is the best price for such a large lot.” The sleazy-looking seller grinned, his teeth too brilliantly white to be real as he walked us around the massive, empty building.
I glanced around without much care. There was hardly anything to notice since it was just a cement building with no windows in the middle of downtown nowhere. Surrounded by run-down places with for-sale signs, I had seen the broken needles in the crumbled parking lot, the remnants of pots and metal spoons that had been used for who knows what.
This was a drug addicts’ heaven, and it was truly the worst place to buy commercial property in Las Angeles.
