Grunge

When I tell people I work with a company based in the West Bottoms, I'm often met with grudging respect. But that only goes so far. A century of accumulated grime is difficult to wipe away, and it's impossible to leave the building without its silty taste in your mouth. I've negotiated these stairs for two years without slipping, and I know my good luck streak must end soon. Excepting the building's ghosts, I'd trade it all for an antiseptic Lenexa warehouse tomorrow.