An eventful day yesterday, upon arrival we were stopped by a police officer cuz we were going through a tunnel that apparently enterprise vans aren't allowed to go through. He let us go anyway. Then we went to coney island and played on the rocks and walked the boardwalk. Awesomeness. We decided it would be a good idea to go to Staten Island and hit up the Perkins, where we witnessed a small fire on the outside of the building which was promptly extinguised by the NYFD with a little water and some demolition of the light fixture, which was the source of the fire. Then the search for a place to stay. We googled 4 or 5 shitholes decided on the Richmond hotel. When we got there we paid for the room and went up to check it out! It was sweet, decked out with curtains, a broken bed, windows that didn't close all the way and no heat. So we go downstairs to grab our stuff out of the van and two men roll up on us. NYPD. Searched us and our van because we looked suspicious (like we were stripping the van or some shit) and told us about the drug activity and that we weren't staying in a safe place. When I asked him if the van would be safe there over night he said, "good luck...". We went upstairs and started getting wasted and obsessively staring out the window to check out the van. Then we started exploring the room and found a bunch of junk, the highlight being part of a crack pipe! Sweet find! Then there was about an hour of yelling down the hall about smacking the shit out of some bitch. We got some shitty audio of it. Then we went to a yuppie bar for a couple drinks and came back to the hotel and I drank myself to sleep. Today we've been in manhattan all day chillin in the van in front of the venue like a couple homeless dudes. It's a great feeling.