Walked through thick mud, looking for new blood.
11/9/09
I legitimately gasped for the first time since I was a little kid. Pigeons were dive bombing and you could hear the homeless people on the ground yelling at one another, not knowing about the rubble and destruction 40 feet above their heads. If you knew the debauchery that went on between these walls: mobsters and arson, gentleman's clubs and prostitution. Bars with VIP rooms for the rich and elite... NHL goalies and CEO's get drunk and pass out in there, while down the hall is the endless history of slaughter houses and art studios and decaying books on Joseph Stalin. Hundred year old wooden foundation and coal chambers. I'd only seen this post-apocalyptica in movies, and while all of this is crazy and intense I really wish you, or someone, anyone, were there to experience it with me.
hahahah yeah, and all the ones of everyone else also being drunk and discusting.
even though i dont want to, i think im just going to get an external hard drive and keep everything on there.