Well I am giving it up so I may as well share before it becomes a distant memory... I moved out of my parents house around when I was 18ish and spent my teenage years and early 20's in cramped NYC apartments. I always had a dream to live in an loft... large open space where I can do whatever I wanted. In 2007 my GF and I had a nasty fight and I choose to move away from our small yet cozy apartment. My friend invited me to live in her space... a 3000 sq ft warehouse in the middle of old industrial area - no mans land. Initially when I moved in there were a bunch of crackheads living there, the power was shut off and all sorts of crazy things happened... but that's another story I wrote about it, but its rather long so I'll just post the pics (If you want a good anecdote the rest is below)  The outside... if you really want a good idea see this.  Inside: Living Room - assets 1 bathroom, kitchen, open space, my room...My room (only room on the 1st floor) Yes It's always a mess.

 2nd floor living area, there is a huge bathroom here 4 bedrooms and 1 closet:There is also have a giant roof that is as big as soccer field.   And Now for a bit of comical history:   Yes the wonders of living in a warehouse. From Crack-heads - to living with no power - to finding dead pigeons in your BBQ grill... where do I begin? Chapter 1. Crack Heads When I first moved in there were 4 other people living in the warehouse. Forget the fact that that their **** was in my room, and I had to move it all out. When I say **** I don't mean just their stuff, their cats would use my room as their litter box - because no one would clean the littler. (That's 4 cats and one room, man did I have fun cleaning that!) Now the best part of the story is actually the people that lived there. Don't get me wrong, the other chapters of this blog will be just as entertaining, but you really have to dig deep in the gutters of NYC to find these characters. Liz - the 20's something Alcoholic/Coke/Heroin Addict.

Who else would deliriously work on fixing bikes at 4am to make enough $$$ for her next fix? She would wake me and stare at him with those bulging eyes, sweat dripping, confusion galore,

-"you can hear me?"

-"yes, you're hammering outside my room retard."

She could be holding the hammer in her hand and still deny using it. Dan – Lizz's BF

Sweet and Dumb, a musician - always broke. He would follow Liz right off a cliff. Tara - the overweight dominatrix.

My first interaction with Tara was during her drunken rampage through the warehouse; actually most interactions with her involved just that. Whether it would be her screaming at us to get out of the living room cause her Hassid client didn't want to see other men... or her asking me to fix her computer while she was giving a man an enema... I can't say what I loved about her the most.

My favorite memory of her was that she would **** and not flush. And it wasn't a regular **** that you could flush, oh nooooo. This was one of those shits that would flood the toilet, and you would have to throw out the plunger after you're done. To bring my point home, I ended up padlocking the toilet.

Oh did I forget to mention that flushing wasn't the only thing she wouldn't do, she refused to clean up after herself or her cat! The ***** had a pet, but wouldn't clean or feed him. Oh and she smoked crack and let crack heads stay at her room, consequently one of them was ra... oh never mind that's just too sad and gross. Richie - A 50+ year old hustler.

Richie, now that man was a gift from God. He was one of Tara's slaves that just "kind of" ended up living there. He would sell his meds to Tara's Crack heads to make ends-meet. He never paid rent, but he "kind of" tried to clean the house. Sweet old man, with a warm heart for letting crack heads stay with him.

One time, he invited these old dirty squatter couple to stay with him. Sweet couple they were, the girl was an aging prostitute the man a raging angry alcoholic. After 2 weeks and lots of missing, the jackass tried to sell a metro card that he stole from me to LIZ, at that point I told them to leave. After he threatened to shoot me I casually let him know that it was time for them to leave (while holding a bat)... leave they did with whatever they could grab.

Rich defended their innocence to the very end, until he realized that they robbed him too. God I'll miss that man! Now to the final piece of the puzzle… the one that started it all. EEAH – The lovable stray cat.

Eaah is the one that I can relate to the most, because she's dark, likes the same music and does ******* awesome evil looking art. She is the one that invited me to live there. She is the ultimate urban-goth-hippie-anarchist with serious social phopia. Although she has the talent, she refuses to work a stable job – forcing her to do all sorts of dumb **** for $. As the result, like all the other saps in the house, she's always broke.

I call her a stray cat because she's very much like one. (Besides the fact that she keeps them as pets ) I rarely see Eaah because she sleeps in the day and bartends-DJ's-Coat checks-God-knows-what-else at night. When I see her she moves around the house like a stalking shadow and leaves subtle reminders that she's there. Like the other day, I found a dead pigeon in the BBQ grill. I knew exactly whom to ask… It was an art project, which was not removed promptly…

(To make a long story short)After the crackheads were gone and to my surprise the power was turned off cause no one paid the BILL. The power company was in no hurry to restore power since the previous tenant owed them $5,000+. It was a crazy 3 weeks living off my generator and candle light. Since Eeah had no credit or money... I took over the space and managed it for 2 years. Next month I am turning it over to a friend because I am moving to Thailand and don't think I really want to be taking care of it from half way across the world.  I will miss it. And my adventures there.

Interesting, I don't envy you.......at all. Well i'm lying as I envy you now because you're moving to Thailand next month and i'm not!

Looks cool ! I had a studio in an od warehouse for years. I had 1200 square ft and 1 12 by 36 room I used for playing and recording. This room was awesome with wool carpet on the walls and huge wall murals of moutains on one side and islands and palm trees on the other. I lived there off and on inbetween gfs. I had a bar and an office and a few work shops. 1 for fixing amps and guitars and speakers etc and 1 for woodworking. When I moved I videod the whole play so I could visit it in the future. that seemed to make it easier when I moved out after 8 years.

@Treborz After I booted the crack heads it was pure bliss. Good company, awesome parties, shows, movie nights, BBQ. Can't beat that kinda deal.

@Eagle - How sweet it is! Glad you can relate. Where are you now?

Good story, thanks for sharing.

Vlad! Write a book! Nobody will believe this **** is real - they'll think you are a literary genuis!

@bruce - thank you sir, I enjoy your articles too

@newyorkd - you are right no one would believe me. I just found my old photo albums - if i mentioned half the things i've done most folks would accuse me of lying... thank god for photographs and police records

well done! thx for sharing ..sanook

Hey it's got a dancing pole... well sort of.

Now I believe you, this is LONG lol ;-) I'll have a read when I get to work na ;-) Keeps me awake!!

dude! you're having too much free time! get back to work!!!

I draw my 'artistic' mind out from the drawer to read your journal and also in my imagination is the gangster movie which is about the mafia gangsters from Bronx / Brooklyn's life style.

Dont know if it fun when come to reality !

@apple - TY

@Babie - well it's a sewer pipe. BUT SURE it can be a stripper pole!!!

@Cherie - LOL told ya.

@Love - I didn't write that whole thing today... That whole thing took a while to put together. lol

@bigKus - It was a fun ride! speaking of GANGSTA... we actually had a hip hop video shot there. Good way too see the house if you can stand watching/listening really shitty music for 8 minutes.

http://www.hiphoprx.com/2009/09/06/music-video-fabolous-welcome-to-my-workplace-hd/

Hey I've finally finished reading it after my lunch break ^^ This is so entertaining, Vlad. Let me go buy some popcorn so I can come back and read the chapter 2 (depends on when u will write it again) If you're not gonna make it a book, then I will. So perhaps one day, I could becme so flithy rich and go eat at Nello's on Madison Avenue. And yeah I will take you there as I promised you haha

I'm in Allentown ,Pa Its my new studio toy pad hehe

What can I say. Your journals are always entertaining. This one was... Not sure I have a word for it, but very interesting indeed. Keep them coming

geeeeeeeeeez vlad, great story, write a book, get rich, even sara p. did it, and she hardly know where russia is ;-)

Interesting, wild but cool somehow

Why is it that everyone on TF who spent five minutes in NYC thinks they're the S H I T?

......Actually ur okay!

.... I was referring to ZBH.

Awesome story,if Frank Zappa still would be alive you could have sent this to him and he would have made great lyrics about your

livingconditions. It would be a hit for sure

I really did enjoy reading the masterpiece of yours, great work indeed babe. Where is the 2nd chapter by the way? lol

Someday I'll tell you my story about living in a Treehouse in L.A. in the 80's as a runaway street kid

After going through all of that Thailand must of seemed like a relief, was it strange going back to it all?

@naut so tell!! that be awesome.

Actually, I loved my life there, I love my life in Thailand. I can't say I would change anything in the past. Just look back and laugh, live day by day.

It's nice to be back, my new tenants are all my friends so being back here is like with family. We all get along and hang out. Life here is quite different when you don't have to watch your back.

It's a story best told over a beer along with many other crazy life experiences I've had, I'll be in Bkk in January so maybe I'll bump into you at a TF event. First beer's on me.

I wanna hear it, too!!