One Flew Into The Cuckoo’s Nest
Once I heard the front door was open, and it didn't even take climbing, the decision was made for me. I had to go in. I'd only been waiting for this place to come down to my level since I started exploring, and for the first time in at least five years (other than a close call where all I managed was to pick the worst, wrong-est possible day to walk right in the front door, climb to the roof and see a parade of every law enforcement agency in the county!) my fat ass could fit into the Terrence…