On the corner of 9th Avenue and 4th Street south stands a completely square building. The color has changed many times but the denizens of the less than desirable den of iniquity can tell you of the nooks where the shadows dance, or the texture of the hallway walls under all that paint. The building has a way of creeping into the heads of those who sleep there. It never really leaves you, and just as rarely, someone truly leaves the building.