February 26, 2015
There's a party store next to an abandoned night club in a quaint strip mall. The Secretary of State is on the other side, along with some salons and a Mediterranean restaurant. I'm pretty sure why the club never made it. Outside, a large earthen planter was full of cigarette butts and empty beer and soda bottles. The strip mall as a whole was a longshot from being considered upscale like downtown Plymouth a few streets north. Inside, the large party store was empty and smelled musty. There were shelves of microbrews. The place seemed forgotten, not conveniently located anymore.