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The Letch Patrol, Sopranos Style -- 12/2003 Short on available explorers, yet equipped with 4 wheels, a ton of batteries and flashlights, and unabated desire to make a seemingly random surgical strike on the Asylum Landscape, we got our federal face on as only we can and pointed the cruiser in the vague desired direction. So just what drew us to this location, instead of others a bit closer to home, you ask? Well you see, in october of 1992, a 28 year old male patient of this fine institution was restrained face down by staff and pumped up with more valium than a NOFX CD. He later died as a result. Barely 2 years later another patient died in a similar fashion, held face down for at least 12 minutes until he simply stopped struggling. These are but two samplings of the deaths that occurred at this 'village for the feeble minded'.With this much blood on the soil, who can say no? .Arrival at this location was random. The directions and maps were vague, yet when we got to an intersection we felt was close to where we needed to be, we shined a light on the street sign only to find that we were actually in the center of the facility. How's that for instinct? The buildings and landscape here are so completely dark, and traffic so scant even at 8pm, that one could blow right past the entire place and not even notice. We find suitable parking and dig in. The interior of these buildings is in remarkably good shape when compared to shitholes like the Farm Colony or ByBerry, and amazingly well stocked with equipment and leftovers, making places like KPPC seem empty and useless by equal comparison. But how long will it last? The halls are battered with paintball fire. Furniture is overturned and the occasional wall bashed in for better paintball ambushes. Fire damage? Yeap, that has already begun. So who's behind this brutal raping of a once perfectly intact location? Local kids, for sure, but kids making road trips here to bash shit just because they saw the place on the internet and are bored out of their suburban-rural minds also factors into the equation. Armed only with it's name, it took us barely 10 minutes to locate via the usual internet tools and research methodology. If we can do it that fast, so can anyone else who has half a brain stem. And speaking of people with half a brain stem, this is one of few hospitals we've been in where other people came in as we were in the building, with their reaction to our presence a clear indication of their bad intent. Standing in the computer room, we heard voices in the darkness. Whoever it was, they had not heard us at all. We killed the lights and waited until they got to our hall. While we could not determine what they were talking about, it was clearly a guy and a girl talking, and not security or police (who'd have a lot more tact). Stepping into the hall, we shine our lights at them and say "what's up?" Before even getting a glimpse of these junior reprobates, they are hauling ass down the hall from which they came, pissing their pants and charging out of the building into the darkness of the woods. We gave chase, yelling at them the whole way. What a bunch of lightweight chickenshits. Then again, maybe we shouldn't have been yelling that we're the Asbury Park Retired Auxiliary police" at them? Sing it with me now: "Woke up this morning, got yourself a gun..." Doing it Sopranos style once again.
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