This is a dis-used factory in DEBT, which like debt itself casts a shadow.
I've put myself in the picture. See? There I am on the left. I wasn't thinking of throwing myself off, don't worry.
In the abandoned factory, I met a gang of musicians, druggies and low-level criminal types, who sat on old sofas and drank and smoked all day, listening to music. It wasn't really my scene, I only stayed for four or five years. Then, I had had enough, and tried to get out.
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