Call It A Comeback

Written by Concrete on . Posted in Fuck It Tour, Institutional, New York City

Between the disastrous start in Cincinnati and a similarly fruitless trip to Binghamton (where at least I had people, but no places to go, and forgot my camera on top of it all), things weren’t exactly looking great for my Fuck It Tour by the time I got a last minute invitation to meet a real explorer and check out a few places. Once I was convinced he was more than just a legendary troll, I booked my ticket and took my chances, arriving in New York on one of the coldest mornings of the year, and finding my host in Brooklyn after just one wrong turn in the subway system, in his Brooklyn apartment he shared with some wonderfully gregarious chihuahuas.

Waiting would be the order of the day… I thought we would spend most of our time exploring, but first we’d have to wait for everyone I was supposed to meet to be accounted for, and then beyond that, for the one person with a car to finally come in from New Jersey — only 6 hours after I got there, we were finally ready though, and went to the one New York City location “at my level”: the Staten Island Farm Colony. It’s about as trashed as places can get, and out of the way enough to probably be the only place we would go all day, but at least it’s something.

Even here… UER truly does rule the exploring world.

A wild explorer appears! (This alone is a huge improvement over my last few trips…)

Every building looks about the same. As far as asylums go, this isn’t a highlight by any means.

At least we had a beautiful winter hour to see it before it got dark (and we still missed most of the property, let alone the hospital across the street)

I think the roofs were the best part, actually.

The rest of the weekend was more or less a disaster. A few other people had plans to meet up with me, but I couldn’t reach any of them, and spent the rest of Saturday and most of Sunday sitting around waiting, wasting my time in New York, at least in terms of exploring. I hardly even care though. I found people to meet up with, went there, explored, and came back. And the way things have gone lately, that’s more than I should ever have hoped for. And I get to do it all again next week!

I Want To Wake Up In The City That Never Sleeps

Written by Concrete on . Posted in New York City, Not Abandoned

If it wasn’t for the last minute, I’d never get anything done. I’d been planning to go to Boston this weekend but obviously it’s not the time to do anything suspicious out there. So I figured it was as good a time as any to try the Catskills again and maybe actually make it to my first Kirkbride asylum. I thought I had some solid plans, but once I was already on the bus to New York, everything fell apart again and I was left scrambling. I sent out a bunch of messages to any explorers I knew in the area, and as usual got blocked by most of them before anything happened, but I wasn’t about to give up until everyone had either blocked me or given me a chance, seeing as I was past the point of no return and the usual strategy of throwing away the tickets and hemorrhaging money on repeated non-trips wasn’t even an option. The bus pulled into Port Authority (the reeking asshole of New York City!) at 6am, and I still had no idea what was next.

So I did the one thing that seemed to make sense at the time, and wandered toward Brooklyn.

Just a little mobile lobbyist – this is referring to Bloomberg’s soda laws, which limit sales of sugary drinks in New York to 16 ounces. Obviously, Pepsi doesn’t approve.

I think this is the work of Christo Jean-Claude?

Getting closer to Brooklyn…

I couldn’t resist. One of the shitty flavors was onion garlic. It was shitty. Mind you, this is a pudding shop. Garlic pudding is shitty. Truth in marketing works.

The street markets of Chinatown were more my flavor.

Durian. It smells like athlete’s foot, and tastes an awful lot like onion garlic rice pudding. Oof!

Finding the Brooklyn Bridge was actually a lot harder than one might expect. The road leading to it isn’t where the sidewalk is, for one thing. I wandered around some more, and next thing I knew I was in Zuccotti Park. I’m still amazed what this place looks like in person. It’s not at all what I thought it would have been; so much smaller, and barely even a park, just a slab of concrete with some awkward benches.