Spring, and crap, are in the air! (and on the sidewalk, in the gutter, in the streets, etc.)

Pictured below is a smattering of this week's collected drug baggies from the 43rd Avenue overpass. There were a few more that I threw directly into the trash because I was just too disgusted (though one bag was discarded by accident; it had a 4:20 logo design, maybe a special from this past Wednesday-?). 

The local elementary school's crossing guard says that she sees druggy losers selling on the 43rd Avenue overpass in the afternoon, when the kids get out of school. Great. According to her, the popo don't carecare because these fine tradesmen  are "not threatening anyone." 

So I am off to patrol the avenue myself. If this blog is no longer updated, it probably means that I was stabbed in the head by one of our 43rd Ave entrepreneurs. 

Peace!

The snow melted, revealing crap as usual

Yesterday I spent 4.5 hours picking up litter. I collected 3 stuffed-to-capacity trash bags of litter from a grand total of 4 blocks. That's right, 4 measly blocks. 

The highlights were as follows:

1. Four too-heavy-to-lift bags dumped in a parking spot on Woodside Between 72nd and 74th Streets. Quite frankly I am surprised that no one dragged them onto the sidewalk; parking spaces 'round heeyah are few and far between.

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2. This photo sums up the general state of things: litter everywhere, accumulated since my last OGCLE run some time before the 'zard. God forbid anyone clean the sidewalk or curb in front of their residence or business.

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3. Now we get to Forty-turd Avenue. Thankfully there was no dumping this week. I guess it was too hard to drive bags of trash down an unplowed tertiary road like 43rd; the dumpers opted for Woodside Avenue instead (see above).

But there was plenty of the typical 43rd Ave litter: booze bottles, drug sh*t, and Elmhurst water balloons.

The car in the photo above was occupied by a pot-smoking hipster (beard and everything). I was picking up trash around his car when the smell hit me. 

My most interesting find was the bag captured in the photographic image below. There was a big green container and a bunch of, er, button baggies (which have other uses on 43rd Ave). I just threw this out. Maybe the container was full of buttons, or maybe it was full of weed... I would feel very bad if I threw out a crafter's accumulation of supplies (eg, buttons, beads). But if this was some kind of drug crap, sorry not sorry.

2016 is off to a filthy start

Ah, early January, the beginning of a new year. Tis a time when we welcome the new and bid adieu to the old. For some people, this translates into getting rid of old stuff that is cluttering up their closets/homes/garages. Decent folks would donate usable items to charity, recycle old magazines, and arrange for proper disposal of garbage. But 'round these parts, dirtbag lazy LOSERS just drive* their old crap to 43rd Avenue and unload it on the sidewalk. (*They had to have driven this stuff here, because it is way too massive to have transported via pushcart.) So, even though these losers have access to a vehicle, they chose to drive it to a quiet little sidewalk on a residential block and dump it there.

WHY?!?! 

Pile #1 has magazines with address labels. The address is on Eastern Parkway. Did this effer really drive from Brooklyn to unload their crap?! Does 43rd Avenue's rep as prime dumping ground really extend to other boroughs?

Pile #2. Looks like someone retiled their kitchen, and dumped the old rotten tiles and floor boards on 43rd Ave. Because why not? Someone else can clean up this mess, right?!

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(Service Request #: C1-1-1194035201)

~~~~~~UPDATE: the DSNY picked up this crap within a day or two of my 311 call. Thank you DSNY!!! As always, you did a great job! 

I scream, you scream, we all scream, for whatever's in the ice cream truck

This badboy was parked in front of the "empty" corner house (AKA, the 43rd Ave WackyWeeders clubhouse). I guess this corner does a booming biz around 9:30/10 pm, because the truck hung out there for a good 30 minutes. The engine was running the whole time, but thankfully the jingle wasn't playing. I finally got fed up (no, not with ice cream), and went out there to see what the fork was going on. I stood at the window for a good 5 minutes I tell you, but no one took my order! Perhaps the peeps inside saw that I was too fat and thought they were doing me a favor by ignoring me (but I REALLY could have gone for a vanilla softserve cone!). Another possibility is that this here ice cream truck is about as authentic as the one driven by Billy Corgan. I suspect that the driver was selling something, but it wasn't ice cream (nor fake ice cream like those toxic-"-looking Spongebob bars). 

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Meanwhile, back at the ranch...

Here are some goodies that the 43rd Ave  Meet-Up group left behind :(

The Wacky Weeders: 43rd Ave's Own Meetup Group!

Interested in meeting some really awesome peeps? Then check out 43rd Ave any evening around 9:30pm! The Wacky Weeders gather every night in front of the overpass to smoke, imbibe (Cap'n Morgan all the way, baybay!), and exchange ideas. 

They used to make at least a perfunctory effort to be discreet, but I guess with the more leniant pot laws, they don't even bother. Welcome to life in NYC 2015 :(

Idling Away On Easter Sun-day

Date: Easter Sunday 2015 (April 5)

Locus: The unfinished building/local drug hangout on the corner of 43rd Ave. 

Tempus: About 9:30pm
 

Characters: A small group of male humans.

Stance: Huddled in a tight circle by the back door of the building.

Wacky weed scent in the air? No, strangely enough. This makes me wonder if they were conducting a more nefarious exchange.

Length of time engaged in said activity: Short. So short in fact that they left their car parked with the engine running (see below). Thanks dudes. Not only do you litter the ground with drug baggies, blunts, and empty Bambu packets, but you pollute the air as well. I almost miss the old days when the corner smelled of weed instead of car exhaust!

How does the 43rd Ave "Artist" spend his time?

 

Sadly, the "Artist" won this battle. My paint is a giant blue ice cube at the moment :(