There's a row of apartments above this little shopping center on the Seawall near 45th Street. I lived up there for a couple years. One night, the police, using ladders, got up on the big common deck above the stores and raided my neighbor's apartment. Turns out he was a coke dealer! The guy was a condo time-share salesman for his day job. I slept through the whole raid. The guy was a real jackass. I never got to know him, nor wanted to.