kleinbl00

This morning I joined my partner and their friend out on the front porch after I made some tea, both of them are current/former punks/anarchists/squatters and have been so throughout their entire adolescent to adult lives, and they were talking about former squats and houses they've lived in, and people they have come across when the friend says:

"Oh yeah, [mutual friend] sent me an article the other day about people discovering my first squat!"

I fucking know it's gotta be this link.

I pull up this article and show them the pictures and they just start laughing,

"yeah! that's it! They think some like, old man or something lived there and it was just [mutual friend] who would go crash there when he got tired of being around people"

In short, some weirdo teenage/early 20s punks lifted building supplies from a nearby construction site in 2007, made it as super stealthily as a few stoners could possibly be, testing out how far away you could hear conversational-volume voices, hammering in sync with some nearby clocktower that would help disguise the sound, giggling the whole time, and no one was the wiser for almost 10 years.

But yeah, lots of people passed through there and knew the place, definitely a bummer it had to go.