This place rocks out with it's burning toasty cock out.

I say that because in 2007, it was the scene of a large arson fire, though you'd be hard pressed to find obvious signs of fire damage by visiting here today. Nature has really taken over, washing away the smoke damage  and growing a virtual forest across the warehouse floor.

At the time of the fire, the local fire chief was quoted in the press as saying "It is a very dangerous building/ Basically, it's a shell." Today, it's still a shell, though the danger is clearly exaggerated.

Throughout the years this building serviced many roles, from paint factory to dirt mall. In the 1980s it became vacant and soon began to fall apart - eventually landing in the advanced state of decay you see here. The scant few useful walls have become a canvas for both toys and truly gifted writers alike. It's future, like much of it's past, remains somewhat unknown, though it isn't hard to imagine a bulldozer, landscaping, construction, and a new shitty mini-mall taking its place. This is, afterall, NYC Suburbia - a place not known for valuing its history or even its future for that matter.