I had walked into an awful place. Dust everywhere, bugs crawling out of every hole possible. The cafe’s name is “Moe’s Cafe” and there is trash all over the place. Dust and sickening smells filled the air. As I stepped in, the dust and trash whirled in tornadoes at my feet. There were pictures on the walls; not only pictures but frames and so called “artwork” made out of bugs. Instead of black and white diamonds formed in a pattern, gray dust covered the floor at least a few inches high. The color of the floor is gray, in resemblance of the dust.