From The New York Shitty Inbox: Drunk Driving on Nassau Avenue?

A person we’ll call “A” writes yesterday, March 5th, at 6:45 p.m.:


There was just a loud collision at the corner of Humboldt and Nassau – lots of witnesses. A clearly intoxicated driver rear ended another car. The driver was stumbling and slurring his words. Yelling at the other driver not to call the cops. And that he would give him $1000 if he just didn’t call the cops. I left because it was freezing and looked like it might get physical. Luckily it looked the driver of the first car was definitely calling the cops, as well as a couple other witnesses. And there was already a very long line of traffic backed up on Humboldt.

Anyway I’m writing because its really scary that someone was driving that drunk in our neighborhood at 6:30 pm (not that its ever not scary.)

With the horrible accident with the delivery man from Chinese Musician just a few months ago this is starting to be an epidemic… If you find anything out about this, please post. I hope the cops were called. I tried to remember the plate number but forgot – NY plates though.

I contacted the head of the 94th, D.I. Hurson and here’s what he had to say:

Yes, we got him.

From The New York Shitty Inbox: A Drunk Driving Incident On Franklin Street?

A person we’ll call “H” writes:

Attached is a pic of a major car accident on Freeman and Franklin.  Around 3 or 4 in the morning Saturday night I couldn’t sleep and was watching TV….suddenly an enormous, frightening screech and crash went off…just from the sound of it I thought this was going to be really bad.  I looked out my window and saw a car facing south in the northbound lane of Franklin.

Went down there to help with any possible casualties….by the time I got there (5 minutes) there were 4 or 5 other guys and the two guys who were in the car were amazingly OK but I am pretty sure very drunk.  They kept demanding they help us move the car which was laughable…the front right tire was completely blown out and the front of the car was basically resting on cement.  After a few minutes the driver finally figured out it wasn’t moving and they took off (I’m no genius, but I think to avoid a DUI).  Looks like they were headed north on Franklin, somehow veered into the south lane and nailed the back of a parked truck which nailed the cars parked in front of it.  A Mercedes in front of the parked van got its front pretty crumpled.Cops came, looked for the guys, couldn’t find them (no surprise) and called a tow truck.  These guys were both really dumb and really lucky…..

UPDATE, 3:31 p.m.: Another person we’ll call “B” has stepped forward with more information!


I was walking home from Shayz Lounge when this happened, I was at the intersection of Greenpoint & Franklin when I heard the collision. By the time I reached the scene, the drivers were gone, but those who had arrived out of concern were standing around waiting for the cops. When the squad car did show up, the officers took all the details form those who saw the driver & passengers leave (no one saw the actual accident). Just as I was about to walk away, I saw someone who fit the driver’s description standing half a block away, speaking on his cell phone. I asked one of the guys who had seen him if that was him . . . it was. He had walked back to turn himself in. He gave himself up and was arrested at the scene.

His friends did not return; at least not while I was there.

Anyway, I thought you might want to know.

Miss Heather

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.

Notes From The Community Council Meeting

March 17, 2009 ·
Filed under: Greenpoint Magic, Williamsburg 


Although not as well attended as February’s meeting last night’s 94th Precinct Community Council Q & A session once again proved to be full house. As was the case last month the Production Lounge (and the numerous quality of life issues it has posed for its neighbors) was the primary— but not necessarily exclusive— topic of the evening. Follows are a few other points/factoids I found of interest:

  1. Burglaries and grand larceny are up from last year.
  2. There is one burglar at large whose activity has increased in the last two weeks. His M.O. is to strike during business hours. He is particularly interested in lap top computers.
  3. Robbery and felony assaults are down.
  4. There are 68 bars in the 94th Precinct.

Something I observed at this meeting which I found interesting was the very visible presence of local business owners. Establishments such as the Shayz Lounge( whose owner, an incredibly cute man named Seamus— who some might remember had the front window of his bar punched in last month— brought up the subject of local bar owners putting their heads together regarding some of the problems eating and drinking establishments have recently posed for the community of late), the Black Rabbit, Dalaga and Papasitos, were among those presence. Conversely, it should be noted that no one from the Production Lounge was present at this meeting.

On that note and without further ado follow are some selections from the evening’s meeting. For the sake of brevity (there was much redundancy with both the questions posed by the attendees and answers tendered by Deputy Inspector Fulton) and my own sanity I have done a great deal of editing so please consider these movies as highlights or “Cliff Notes” of what came to pass. On with the show!

SEGMENT 1: This primarily deals with minutes from the previous meeting and Deputy Inspector Fulton giving us a rundown of current crime trends.

SEGMENT 2: In this segment D.I. Fulton gives us more information regarding the two recent homicides in Greenpoint as well as a drunk driving fatality. He begins to take questions. Not surprisingly it kicks off with neighbors of the Production Lounge airing their frustration.

SEGMENT 3: The owner of Shayz Lounge speaks & much ado about the Production Lounge.

SEGMENT 4: Mixed bag: more ado about the Production Lounge, car break-ins and a bartendress raises her concern about a uptick in muggings at the Bedford Avenue stop of the L.

In conclusion I suppose what I found most compelling was that a woman present finally mustered the nerve to say what was undoubtedly on the minds of a great many people in the room.

Miss Heather

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