New York Shitty Day Ender: Cat Lover’s Delight


Methinks I saw this fetching feline on North 3 Street. I forget. In any case it gives me an excuse to post the following videos of a couple of (not-so-bad) Bushwick boys I have written about recently: Avon and Stringsdale.

Anyone interested in giving these furkids a home should email their very human (co)stepmother at: shawnandkenny (at) earthlink (dot) net

Miss Heather

P.S.: More incredibly cute pix and videos of dese goodfellas can be seen by checking out Lisacat’s Flickr page.

From The New York Shitty Inbox: Drag Racing Death On Provost?


Anonymous writes:

First I must say thank you for keeping up such an excellent blog. This morning at around 11:30 am, (i know not quite morning) I finished packing up the uhaul and my girlfriend and I left Greenpoint for New Hampshire. You are probably thinking WHY? Well, to make a long story short… being the wonderful woman that she is, she came to NYC for Law School since I was here. Now that she has finished school and just completed the New Hampshire Bar, it was my turn to relocate. Anyway, I love your blog, and I am sure it will keep me updated about my favorite place in the world.

Second, I am not sure if you posted anything about this, but have you seen the smashed up car outside of the 94th precinct? its pretty crazy and smells like death. Today I found out why. My landlords brother came over to collect the keys to our place and he was on his phone when he got there talking about the detectives wanting to see the tapes from this weekend. He works at Europa and apparently some kid was drinking there, left and decided it was a good idea to race on Provost St. He wrapped his Acura around a tree doing 95 mph and died. (hence the death smell if you get close to the car.) Some more crazy driving in the Greenpoint. Be careful out there on your daily walks. Thanks for everything!

First up, thanks for the kind words anonymous. More importantly, has anyone heard anything about this? This is really scary— and sad.

Miss Heather

Photo Credits: Sean Doyle Who apparently witnessed the aftermath of some serious rooftop partying gone wrong— as in the Superintendent mopping up the blood and “brain matter” from the sidewalk and building facade when one party-goer fell 5-6 floors to his death:

Things ’round here have been more than interesting. We pulled up stakes and moved out of Childrensburg, 11211, and into the lovely greenery and Nazi Runes of Little Warsaw, 11222. We’ve been over here since mid-July, and other than one really bizarre and terrible incident – it has been quite nice…

…A quieter hood for sure, but also a lack of disrespectful assholes surrounding us. This building is full of families and older Polish people. Hell, when we first moved in, everyone was eyeballing us, hoping we weren’t crazed Party People.

Then the party people started partying on his roof. That’s when it got interesting.

I decided to go out into the hallway, and let these kids know they just shouldn’t be up on the roof. It was bad enough that they were running around the halls, slamming doors and being loud as fuck. I wasn’t going to sit in here and listen to them stomping around over my head all night. I pay far too much rent for that shit.

As I walked out into the hall, a group of them were heading up the stairs to the roof. This is the exchange that followed, pretty much verbatim:

Me: “Hey. Hey! Y’all should not be up on that roof.”
Some random fuck of a kid: “Is there going to be a problem?”
Me: Cold stare.
Kid: “Are you serious? We shouldn’t be on the roof?”
Me: “Five stories is a long drop, ain’t it? There are families that live under the roof. Kids. Little ones. Please be respectful, or I won’t be.”
Some random drunk girl: “FUCK YOU, ASSHOLE. WE CAN DO WHAT WE WANT!”
Kid: “Look – we don’t want any trouble. We’ll get off the roof. Sorry.”
Me: A grin and a wink.

After that, I heard them all scurrying back down to the third floor, where the party was. I could hear them yelling in the apartment about “some asshole covered in tattoos made us get off the roof,” and I felt somewhat better about myself in that moment. They continued to be loud and ridiculous, and I continued to sit here, trying to get some Magical Work done.

I could hear them up on the roof again, maybe around 1:30AM. I figured I’d already said what I needed to, and kind of hoped that one of the older residents in the building would call the police soon, to break up the stupidity.

Around 1:45 or so I heard what sounded like the loudest slam of a door since my terrible teen years.

Less than ten minutes later, I could hear the police, admonishing kids left and right. I even pulled a total Old Man Move, and looked out the peephole in our front door, and could see cops walking kids down the stairs from the roof.

I felt pretty vindicated and went to sleep.

The next afternoon, after we had brunch with a friend, we came walking back over to the building and noticed a lot of our neighbors standing out front in a group, talking. As we walked up to them, we were informed that a 22 year old kid had fallen off the roof to his death.

At 1:45AM.

I encourage each and every one of you, dear readers, to read this post in its entirety. Although I cannot verify Mr. Doyle’s story it makes for compelling reading.

A Selection Of Williamspoint Street Furniture


When I found this delightful item from Rheingold Room (entitled “Park Your TV”) not only did it give me a much needed chuckle but it also reminded me that it has been awhile since I have hit you with some of north Brooklyn’s finest street furniture. Follows is a selection of my favorite finds. Enjoy!


Blue velvet on North 6 Street.



The hanging coffee table of North 9 Street.


Sofa with benefits…


and parenting— interrupted— just off Kent Avenue.



Bath tub with black and white wicker on North 1 Street.


A sofa/sleeper combo from Metropolitan Avenue.


Squatter’s paradise on North 8 Street.


And to round out our ensemble a few images of Gay Paree from India Street!

Miss Heather

Williamsburg Street Art Du Jour: Flosstradamus

August 31, 2009 ·
Filed under: 11211, Street Art, Williamsburg, Williamsburg Brooklyn 


From North 6 Street.

Miss Heather

Crosstown Local Photo Du Jour: Yes, You Can!

August 31, 2009 ·
Filed under: 11222, Crosstown Local, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic 


From the Queens-bound platform at Nassau Avenue.

Miss Heather

From The New York Shitty Inbox: Greenpoint Open Studios

August 31, 2009 ·
Filed under: 11222, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic 


This item comes from frequent New York Shitty contributor and commenter Tony. He writes:

It’s long overdue. Greenpoint is finally having an Open Studios (for artists) at the end of September. I was hoping you could help get the word out, especially to artists in the hood who haven’t registered yet. It’s free. Weekend of Sept 26 & 27. Registration by Sept.11

Being a lover of the arts (and an artist in my own) right I am more than happy to pass this item along— and I agree with Tony: this IS long overdue. For more information on how you can participate in, volunteer for or sponsor this event click on the above image or email Greenpoint Open Studios at:

greenpointopenstudios (at) gmail (dot) com

Miss Heather

Who Was That Masked Man?

August 31, 2009 ·
Filed under: 11222, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic 

eyesAs you have probably noticed today’s offerings on New York Shitty have been delayed. This is because the last two evenings have been livelier than usual at Chez Shitty. No, the Mister and I are not trying to spice up our love life— unless, of course one considers a little pan-species voyeurism sweet. Which brings me to the rather blurry image at left. You will notice there are two greenish dots. Those are eyes. Who— or more accurately WHATdo they belong to, you ask?

These peepers belong to a humble Procyon lotor, better known as the common raccoon. This little fella has made nocturnal visits to my bedroom window (which, should be noted, is located 9 inches away from where I lay my head to sleep) in the wee hours of the morning two nights in a row. The first night I damned near shit my pants when, upon being awakened at 3:00 a.m. in the morning by one of our cats raising holy hell, to find a little masked face staring at me. He (or she?) must have liked what he saw because last night he tried to get in. What’s more, he damn near succeeded.


The fun never stops in New York Shitty.

Miss Heather

New York Shitty Day Starter: QRST

August 31, 2009 ·
Filed under: 11206, Bushwick, East Williamsburg, East Williamsburg Brooklyn, Street Art 


From Seigel Street.

Miss Heather

New York Shitty Day Ender: Dessert

August 30, 2009 ·
Filed under: Bronx, Street Art 


From White Plains Road, Bronx.

Miss Heather

From The New York Shitty Inbox: Shrooms

When I arrive home after an afternoon of knocking around the Bronx to find the following in my inbox (courtesy of A Perfect Bag), well, I simply must pass it along.


So this is what happens when I leave our fair burgh for a few paltry hours: ritualistic vegetable abuse! As some of you might recall something very similar to this happened a couple of years ago on Bedford Avenue. It would appear our perpetrator has since progressed from tomatoes to mushrooms. What’s next— chard? Potatoes? Rutabagas? Only time will tell. In any case no one cannot pin this one on me— I have an alibi!

Miss Heather

Photo/Discovery Credit: A Perfect Bag