That big yellow turd off to the right there is the Charlevoix Hotel carcass.
This messy ass piece of shit has been pretty well locked up tight for years now – but suddenly this day I find it wideopen. Some old white kid came out this window with the puke on the sill, rambled up to his Monte Carlo, and sped off down Park Street.
He was probably shooting his junk in here, because you can always tell when crackheads have been lighting up. You can taste the acrid plastic smelling fumes left over when somebody melts a rock in an enclosed area like this.
Unless I interrupted him just relaxing and enjoying some fresh air out that open window….
The interiors of this place are just completely hit, not so interesting. No stair cases or anything.
Somebody deposited a nice land boat here.