From the street there is nothing spectacular about the entranceway with two arches placed in brick. In fact, when you draw closer, there is nothing spectacular about it from this angle either.

The smell of stale alcohol mixed with dried urine reeks from the alley next to the building, and there are a few older homeless sitting against the walls, staring down any passer-bys.

Old posters dating from the 1980's flap in the steady wind that travels down the street, exposing the deteriorating brick underneath and the cheap adhesive used to place the posters. Across some of the posters are various gang tag lines, some crossed out indicating rivaling gangs.

There are needles and small baggies representing past and present addictions of the locals littering the ground, in some areas covering so thick that the shoes crunch along the shattered sidewalk.

Something that looks like it shouldn't be there, however, is a small intercom. It is simple in design and worn looking, but it does function. Not that it means it is ever used. The first and second steps wobble when you step on them, even though they are cement. Up the steps you go, until you reach a heavy wooden door guarded by a door of thick iron bars.

Upon entering, the place looks better on the inside than from the out, but is painted in white. The hospital color white. Everything is actually accented in black. Black couch, black table, black lamps (sculpted figures of the human bodies), and a Black Television set. There is a stairwell leading up to the next floor and one leading to the basement.

The second floor is basically a hallway with 3 rooms adjoining and a stairwell going up to the top level.

The basement is cold, gray cement, which has piping and the like lining the ceiling.

The top level has two more rooms, each larger than the second floor's rooms.