Placed in a not-so-known part of my local town lies a small yet tidy-kept building, which every customer calls, "The Release". It was a Friday evening when I returned to the building by driving my way through the back roads. I parked up aside the building and stepped out of my car happily, with wry smile, and an upbeat swing in my step. I came to a teal-colored steel door and to the right of the door was a complex hand re...