not all those who wander are lost

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.

4 Responses to The Charlevoix

  • Looks like the boys from Ball Park Maintenance Department, Electrical might be over their partying again….Party on Duds……Smoke UM if you got Um

  • Beavis: eeeeeew.

    Yeah, thats why I assumed it was smack not crack. Crack stinks something awful, like a turd covered in burnt hair. lmao

  • Usually, there is no smell if junk is involved. Fresh heroin smells like vinegar, cooking it smells like a propane grill. But unless there is a lot of either you will not smell a thing. Just sayin.

  • over the summer I good see flashlights being used in that building while sitting at the park bar. Dave

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