First place I ever lived away from my parents (as a 14-year-old runaway) was an abandoned building which didn't have a front door but rather a fire escape ladder which led up to the second-floor window. The first place I lived that had a front door sported a lock much like this one and that key was my only possession at the time. I didnt even have ID or a wallet. Good times. #1980sNYC#loisaida#alphabetcity
Repost @autumndave Some early crete action with @rosko_cc at the long removed Volcano/Shantytown spot in Williamsburg. Based on the diameter of my bald spot, it was the summer of 2001. Good times, besides loosing my T4 that day.