Four floods in two years and 11 months.
May 2021, October 2022, May 2023, and September 11 2023.
It is called a haul.

These are practically free art installation right there in my place.

No electricity or heating except 2 wall outlets. lol. Of course there’s no electricity - there’s water running instead. Not really water though - just toxic sludge. Safety first. lol.

In a kind of a sick artistic twist the color of the toxic sludge that drips from the ceiling is old masters color.

  • Flood number 1 - May 2021, you are gonna appreciate the exquisite water drip from the electric socket. Safety first.

  • Flood number 2 - October 2022, my favorite dirty water color so far.

  • Flood number 3 - May 2023.

Mix and match pictures and video for your art installation pleasures. How dumb do you have to be to live in this pardon the words - shithole?

Red, White and Blue

What’s remained of the pressure cooker really helps.

Tape doesn’t help

I call this picture MacDrip, where it drips directly from the ceiling onto my Mac

The familiar sound - drip, drip drip. I have PSTD now every time it rains fearful to hear the dreaded drip drip drip

It’s actually kind of convenient for mixing paint, no need to go to the sink

I am pretty astonished at the number and variety of buckets I own, it’s almost art

In New York City water primarily comes from electric sockets installed in ceilings, unlike other cities with faucets. It’s practically a shower

  • Flood number 4 at 1:47 AM on September 11, 2023.


NOT an art installation.

My landlord threatened me with murder, to give my name to the Mafia guy on the corner to kill me if I owe him money.

No kidding.

On October 8th 2023, I went to the landlord to give him rent and he sat me down in his living room and I wish I had my phone on me to record the conversation. Among other things he told me that there is a debt collector on the corner. He told me that once a girl owed him money so he sent the debt to the debt collector on the corner and she was gone in 3 days. He also told me that the debt collector on the corner is Mafia, the kind of person that you know just kills a person on the street and nobody ever hears from them again. So basically he threatened me with murder.

He told me, among other things, that artists are always poor, that I need to get a job at a factory, that he will give me $500 to move into his friend’s house in California. I don’t know if he was drunk or high, because he is a demented drunkard. The only reason I didn’t immediately go to the cops 2 blocks away is because I didn’t record the conversation, although I was told to do so by various renter assistance activists and the Greenpoint councilman’s assistant.

But I sent myself an email as a way to keep a record of the conversation.