
As I trudged along a quiet street in La Mesa, I came upon this uninviting wall of shrubbery. In the space where there should have been a white picket fence or a nice front lawn, a ten foot green palisade blocked the view. If it weren't for the wooden door in the middle, there would be no way of knowing that this was the entrance to a house. I immediately started drawing conclusions as to what was being hidden behind this living structure. First, my usual thoughts of secret society hideout sprouted in my mind. It could have been a house for a band of Dark Elf thieves or a training facility for clowns and jugglers. Then, I thought that this could all just be an overgrowth of healthy vines attributed to the sunny San Diego weather. I preferred my first guess because besides the address and signs on the door, this scene had a fantasy story just waiting to be written about it.






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