I gave you five stars because you have been in business for over twenty years. My "bent nail" I need pulled out with you is that quite young Hispanic kid who calls himself a security guard of that whole complex. I do not know if he actually lives on the premesis but about a week and a half ago I was looking in your dumpster looking for magazines and good stuff and the young kid spoke with me. I have been looking in your dumpster ever since October 2006. I use a stereo voice recorder and talk about what I find in all dumpsters. Your young kid confronted me of my loudness and he asked me if I could tone it down. He said he respects me, that I freak him out, as to talking loud, as if I were talking with an invisible person. He also said that he had no problem with my looking in the dumpster. Only that I do it quietly. We both agreed for me to tone it down. That he does not want to call the police. That was on a Friday nite a week and a half back around 10:30 PM. Since then I looked in your dumpster twice and did tone it down. Sunday 12/21/14 around 5:00 PM I drove into the parking lot and the young kid rode out onto La Reina Ave. on a bicycle. As soon as I drove into the parking lot he rode back in. As soon as I climbed out of my car with voice recorder in hand I began talking: "Here I am at "Area Number 5" and the young kid who spoke with me that one time is on a bicycle in the parking lot............" I thought I spoke sort of softly but not quiet enough for the "loud mouth monitor!" He spoke to me like a "vato," a "homey," like this: "Hey? Ese? I told you to tone it down." "I did tone it down!" "No. Ese. You did not." "Aw! Shut up! You vato loco! Homey! As soon as I got out of my car you had to sound off! The heck with you! Security guard! I do not believe you! More like stupidity guard!" I said that as I returned to my car and as I drove out of the parking lot a I shouted out the open driver's window: "I am going to email D&H Construction about you!" I tooted the car horn the seven toots in that old 1930's tune: "Shave-and-a haircut two bits!" It means something derogatory in Mexico. Ask him he'll say that it means that somebody is a mother'f'er. I don't know. He sure do seem like he does not want me looking in your dumpster acting like how he did! From October 2006-Spring 2010 at seven nites a week I looked in your dumpster until I got into a hairy arguement with two elderly people. A husband and wife. Probably parents of a business associate from one of the businesses. Now this idiota doesn't want me to talk at all! And the tonto knows that I use the voice recorder and later on copy onto a CD-R. I exchange Downey findings with my brother in Santa Cruz and he with me. Thank you. Paul Howard Duran. I also am on Facebook Messenger with our police and I let them know the low down in the areas I look in.