Ripping the roof down with Sir Rebel
Boxes of Sani-Glasses
Boxes that have been soaked and decomposed around the glasses they
contained. This was my favorite room in the place...
Terra cotta tile mural.
 ...not following
her down was a bad move, but a good photo.
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When you hobbled up the stairs,
nursing your bashed knee and in search of your lost glasses, you didn't
think for a minute you wouldn't be able to get down. you didn't know
you'd be separated from your fellow explorers. isolated. Is this how
the story ends????
The day started not so innocently enough. Scambling to find clothing
and meet the rest of the gang waiting by the car outside. We were
7 deep, riding down the highways and into the heart of the staten
island jungle.
The first building we hit was nothing but routine. no dangers encountered,
no security to worry about. Leaving D up on the roof so she could
get some beauty rest wasn't even an issue. No homeless or thugs to
worry about...
Ah but if it only stayed as nice and peaceful as kissing on the roof.
Nooo... there were other buildings to explore, and by golly, it seemed
like a good idea at the time. it was half the point of the trip. we
all gleefully jumped into the abyss of doing it.
I'd regret it for the rest of the weekend and well into the next week.
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