Long Island Shitty

January 22, 2007 by
Filed under: Area 51 

Perhaps it was my encounter with a subway masturbator at Queensboro Plaza (and the five hour layover at the Queens County HQ of the Transit Police needed to prosecute him)?

OR

the crackheaded driver that plowed into me and my two buddies while crossing 46th Street (RIGHT BEFORE MY WEDDING and being told that since I didn’t go to the hospital— FOR A BRUISE ON MY ASS they wouldn’t investigate/prosecute)?

But I find the development rampant speculation at play in Long Island City mystifying. Personal safety concerns aside, I cannot for the life of me figure out why. Quick access to Manhattan and skyline views are to be had there, but little else. For a ‘nabe that likes to market itself as being “hip” and “artistic”, it isn’t. Sure there’s P.S. 1, Silvercup Studios and a number of art galleries there, but where are the cheap digs, liquor stores, bars, and other facilitators of vice my artistic brethren crave?

Unlike Williamsburg (which had real struggling artists in residence not too long ago), LIC appears to have made the quantum leap from being an industrial wasteland to the playground for the artsy fartsy elite. Where are the dives? Where is the quirky art supply store? Shit, where’s a fucking grocery store?

Needless to say, I was rather pleased to find the following poster at the Vernon-Jackson stop of the 7 recently.

Praying against Prey

Long Island Shitty people— they’re just like us!

Miss Heather

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  1. Spinboy220 on Tue, 23rd Jan 2007 9:57 pm
  2. You got that right Sistah! L.I.C. was a wasteland and now it’s a wasteland with condos and trendy liquor stores and haircutting places but STILL NO GROCERY STORE, unless you count the scary C-Town at 44th Drive and 21st St.

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