"Hello," we shout.
"Hello," the man says.
"Hope we're not disturbing you; we just wanted to check it out."
"OK. What do you all do?"
We named our professions - writer, attorney, bartender. He agreed to let us up for $20.
And after that, he became our guide. He helped us in, demonstrating how to maneuver onto a pipe near the railroad ties and pull ourselves up. As we clutched onto the metal bars, he swung them open, propelling us one by one into the interior like tumbling monkeys.
Inside isn't just an atrium. It's his home.
Read the full thing from LA Weekly here.