Today I was walking through an old Dilapitated building, the kind that was built during the reconstruction. The kind that just shouts, “hey there, I’m full of asbestos, hang out in me”. Today was my first trip to the fourth (and top) floor. I felt that my bladder was full so I found the bathroom in the same place it can be found on the other floors, but this bathroom unlike it’s predecessors was glorious! Eight stalls! Eight dammit! I guess things are always better on the top floor.