My wife's brother was just in town and I wanted to show him the old book depository/Roosevelt Warehouse. There were at least two groups of photographers in there when we popped in and a bunch of scrappers burning the plastic off the metal wiring that they were still stripping from the building. The air was filled with the smell of burning plastic and the rays of the sunset illuminated the toxins floating through the air. One of the scrappers demanded money from us and I told him I'd been in that building a thousand times and never had to pay a toll, but I got the impression so many kids have been breaking into the place over the past few months that these guys have found a lucrative side business.

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