These toothbrushes have been an on-running joke at Hudson for many years, after they were made famous by Christopher Payne’s photograph. Since then, the toothbrushes have been removed, scattered and stolen, so they appeared to be gone completely. But some of us knew where a bunch were hidden, and we’d hang them up, take photos, and hide them again, which is such a dorky prank that I couldn’t help but love it. I’m not sure anyone even noticed though, since I’m not really plugged into the urban exploring community on account of not giving a shit about 90% of what goes on with that racket. Unfortunately, the toothbrush case and all the sinks in that bathroom were demolished by scrappers over the winter.
This poor woman was admitted to a psychiatric hospital three times in one decade, and the process clearly made her age rapidly, but goddamn did she have good taste in eyewear!
A poem printed in a collection of patient poetry I found on the floor of an asylum. When I die, I would like to have “A Crabbit Old Woman” inscribed on my tombstone. I don’t care if I’m young when it happens, just please be a pal and honor that wish. I would also like my body to be frozen in liquid nitrogen, smashed into bits with a hammer and planted at the base of the century plant up at the castle ruins in my hometown. A) that process is a real thing, called “promission,” and B) that makes my first request seem more reasonable, no?
I’m not a huge fan of hashtags, but I thought it’d be funny if the only hashtag trend I started was #AsbestosIsForever, which is only kinda funny, and will be even less funny when all the explorers start dropping dead in a few years from asbestos poisoning. Please don’t take this as an invitation to lecture me about wearing a mask, I already know that and I wear one when necessary. It looks dumb but I have to, on account of my faulty garbage body.
It’s rare that my two worlds of comics and exploring collide, so when they do, it’s always a delightful surprise. Actually that’s a lie, they collide all the time because most of the places I’ve explored have had a cartoon in them somehow, whether clipped from a magazine and tacked to the wall, or in an old, ripped newspaper trampled on the floor. Once I was at a theater where I hadn’t seen any form of comic, but as I was leaving, I saw part of the wall had been kicked in, and when I peered through the hole, I saw crumpled newspaper with the Sunday funnies visible. That was a boring tangent. Anyways, there are many cartoonists who like doing things the old school way, and letterpress is one of those outlets. This asylum had tons of giant letterpress drawers and letters and plates scattered all over and I kinda lost my mind for a few minutes.
Hospital annuals are one of the lesser known treasures of asylum exploring. Besides concrete, dated stats of patients and procedures, they have often previously unseen and/or unpublished photos of the asylum, and since they’re dated, you know exactly when the photo was taken. This is important if you’re doing before/after photography, like I often do. And sometimes they just have fun lil’ tidbits, like one for Hudson which stated that, despite not having the proper hair sterilization products they needed to make horse hair mattresses and furniture, they were still making them. This Essex one had pictures of cows. So, yeah, okay, sure.
Nope, I refuse to follow any sex advice involving high waisted pants. I’m alright with everything else happening there, but, just, those pants, ugh.
This exists somewhere in an asylum along the east coast. Explorers, if you find this and Instagram it to @Captain_Scraps, I will…um…well I won’t really care but you should do it anyways.
Well this seems like a counter productive message to broadcast to patients at a mental institution, who are there because they see things that never were.
Sometimes I’m in a hurry to get through a place because daylight is running out, and I snap a bunch of photos without thinking to look at what they are. You’d be surprised at how easily this happens, because exploring requires so much mental and physical multitasking that your brain gets overstimulated and you forget to do really obvious things, like figure out what the hell this video is about. But haha, that graphic! Is Satan wearing toe-shoes?! He really doesn’t look that menacing prancing around like that. He looks like he’d just poke you in the butt, say “hee-hee!” and twinkle-toe his way outta your way.
No, I didn’t “find” these jelly beans but my friend and I did eat them in the car on the way home from exploring on Thanksgiving. So while all you jerks were suffering through long, tedious family meals, we were fillin’ our pie holes with candy, and gleefully ignoring all family obligations. Haha, SUCKERS.
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