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A Casually Sleazy Affair
*Note - most images are blue
not just for cool visual effect, but in honor of, well you figure
it out.
So, the fine nutbags over at expeditionNYC
stumble across an old haunt that was, just a year ago, a very boring
empty building. Today though, it's more fun than a bag of angry cats,
filled with mattresses to bounce and fly around. So a return trip
to check out this newly loaded location is arranged. We meet at a
usual spot, and bounce on down the road. the ExpNYC guys said they
might meet us there, but were not to be found. Oh well. Some other
night....
The streets outside are unusually active tonight. Very annoying. A
quick mock photo shoot is set up and entrance to the facility gained.
Easy. right?
Once inside, everything's rather typical. Dirty building, with signs
of squatter life, at one point or another. We're poking around in
there for a good 10 minutes, finally moving into the main warehouse
area despite M's belief that she heard someone say 'hello' in the
distant darkness. Maybe someone's in here, maybe not, but whoever
it is I'm far from worried it'll be bad. It's probably just the roll
down gates that surround this place blowing in the wind.
So we poke around more, and more, and at some point you can smell
someone smoking a cigarette. But where are they? This is what darkness
is bad for. Whoever it is could be crouched down 10 feet from you,
listening to you mumble to the others 'damn, whoever it is ain 't
that good at being sneaky if we can smell them". But maybe that's
the point?
So we get over by the TVs and start snapping away, making it still
more obvious what we're up to, and then it happens.
T hat tell tale 'floooooooooffff' sound of a fire extinguisher being
discharged. Right where we just passed is a huge cloud of gray extinguisher
smoke gently rising towards the ceiling. I think we all said something
like "oh shit" before frustration kicked in: "alright,
whoever's there just show yourselves!" I almost yelled.
As we walked around the pile towards the cloud out from the fog the
first thing I see is this guy with his pants around his ankles and
immediately think "crazy homeless guy?". Then I nearly fell
on the floor laughing when I realized just who it was and what was
going on.
Sleazy and ACF of exp. NYC were here, and they knew how to make an
entrance.
After a good laughing fit we all take to poking around the place more
and bouncing around the mattresses. Taking silly photos and what not...
until... no fucking way.
I hear a radio, and wander over to the ExpNYC guys - it's not them
- and shit - it's definitely outside. I can almost hear the NYPD Dispatcher's
voice taking to the various sector units and them calling in their
codes. yeah, we got company. Everyone gets quiet, scatters about.
The radio sound went to the back of the building, then walked back
to the front. we just sat waiting. 20, 30 minutes? Who knows. It gets
quiet for a real long time, and that to me is a sign that they're
gone. Up, into the main building we go, looking out windows, off rooftops,
around corners. Nothing. Out and about, it's as if it never happened.
we all part ways and call it a night... the first of many wacky nights,
for sure... |
Target
Who doesn't?
Sleaze Fogger |
Mock Photo Shoot
Zombie March
Air ExpNYC
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