Northernmost of 4 towering structures.
Windows and frames are already removed, creating scrounge scenes such
as the above.
DC graffiti barely noticeable on this dusty wall.
A plethora more of old LTV & RWS throwys pepper this wall JA style.
The hook room, also the room with some of the best graff, in the northernmost
building.
 Controls
for the overhead hook are high on a wall, on a disconnected catwalk
with no ladder to access it.
Got Smack??? Needles by the billion litter these steps
 A quaint
crack addict courtyard...
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AHOY, The harlem warehouse from hell is
on the horizon! but not fer long matey!
This location is well known to anyone who's driven along the FDR drive
along the river in harlem. It's a massive set of 4 warehouses, all
long abandoned and all linked via overhead passages which are of questionable
stability. given the economics of the surrounding area, it should
be of little surprise this location is both extremely accessable,
inhabited by King Cobra swilling squatters, and often used for various
(ill)legal activities. It's 5 stories and 4 buildings worth of criminal
playground, and while that might scare some, it seemed like home to
some of us... well... after we got past the fresh steaming loaf of
shit someone laid in the front doorway...
Think hook hospital - just emptier and 5 times larger.
This may be the most massive warehouse type location we've explored
to date. What it's prior use was is far from obvious. manufacturing,
of some sort, took place here, as there are many stenciled safety
logos on the walls of the shop.
The first floors are the most heavily graffiti damaged, where even
one level up you will find surprisingly bare, clean walls with peeling
lead paint on them. Only the most hardcore of graffiti cats seem to
have bothered climbing high to the rooftops of these structures, sprinting
over the piles of used, aids ridden needles that herion users have
discarded in occasional huge piles. Some areas around and in the steps
contain human waste as well - perhaps someone reverting back to animal
instinct to mark their territory. (Someone shoulda handed them a few
cans of rusto. at least it smells better!).
We press onward, examining the open areas which, without windows,
are quite breezey and fresh. oin the darker, smellier corners are
where the squatters lurk, as if they were the C.H.U.D.s of the overworld.
Occasionally they'll walk by you and mutter 'be careful' from a distance...
as if that was even an optional course of action in a location such
as this?
Phuntastic as it is, we depart... knowing we may not see it again...
you see, the southernmost building is already being leveled, and there's
a lot of talk about building a shopping mall on the land... home depo,
staples, etc.
And so the urban cycle of gentrification goes... grinding ever so
slowly to pave over one more piece of NYC's despicable, unsightly
and phuntastic ghetto history.
KRILL IT UP BABY! KING COBRA IS THE WAY TO GO!
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