The Unit - Room 154 is a dystopian novel set in the Los Angeles area of California. In this future, the freeways of LA are at a constant standstill, the people are kept free from hunger through a government-approved vitamin/cocaine supplement, and women are stolen from the streets to be forced into prostitution. So what happens when a man who makes his money off the stolen women falls in love with one of them? The Unit - Room 154 is available on Kindle at Amazon.excerpt
The neon sign blinked out every three or four seconds with the phases of the electricity coming off the grid. When it was on, the sign read As You Like It except the burnt out neon changed it to reading u Lik t. It'd been that way since inflation made the cost of replacement outweigh the take of a single week of business. The few regulars to the bar called the place by its distorted name.
The concrete walls which held the business and the people inside had long since been painted black in an effort to keep the graffiti artists away. The artists had learned to buy brighter colors of spray paint and remake their marks. Over time, the art of one overlapped the art of others; 'DQT' overran 'pookie' overran 'JkrWld". The spray paint holding up the walls for as long as the sign had read wrong. The owner, an Italian Irish guy originally from New York and going by the name Mario Crawford, decided it was easier to leave it, told customers and investors, when investments were in demand, "It gives th' place sum charc'ta."
Five years earlier, when Mario bought the bar, he would've been right. But with the coming of the year 2040, no place was immune from spray paint. Los Angeles was a growing example of that in its blinded skyscrapers filled with empty offices with unused furniture and sheets of plywood covering broken out windows, its neon billboards with too many missing tubes to make a picture much less a word. It wasn't the first major city in America to hit the slump coming off the early 2000's, it was just the most obvious with the loss of the entertainment industry. Movies were a useless expense in post-recession America.
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