rob's experience @ Roadhouse
Roadhouse Blues
I noticed that the look of this building had subtlety changed in recent months.. A quick scout around the exterior and I found an open fire escape on the second floor.
I cruised around, taking the odd photo and generally getting a feel for the place – the inside reminds me a little of the old cashel chambers building: cheap interior decor botched into a decrepit shell. I thought I could hear some voices that sounded as if they were coming from within the building, but I just assumed they were echoes from people down on the street bouncing through the empty rooms.
I snuck through a makeshift doorway that some kind soul had busted through a plaster wall, and up some stairs to the third floor. I was greeted with a room that looked like it had once been an apartment of sorts, complete with couches and a kitchen. There were pidgeon-nuggets aplenty and a few of the stupid birds themselves. I wanted to take some more pictures of the kitchen and the roof-area that was visible through the windows but the retarded skyrats insisted on freaking out and making heaps of noise by flying repeatedly into the glass windows. Infuriated by these braindead animals, I retreated to scale the final stretch of stairs which ended in a smaller room with a partially broken roof and a door that led out onto something that I guess you could call a balcony but could be better described as some nasty old plywood secured to the roof.
Back down to the second floor, I made my way towards the side of the building that faces lichfield street. Rounding a corner into what was once the ‘Venus Lounge’, I interrupted a couple who were entangled in some second-base action. Shocked and offended by the manner in which they rebuffed my generous offer to join in, I decided to check out the rear part of the building which appears to only be accessible via the fire-escape that links these disparate sections.
The second and third floors of this building are without separating walls – the only obstacles being an elevator shaft with the old cage elevator jammed between floors and a largish hole that creates another ‘shaft’ that runs the height of the building.
By this time I had someone waiting for me so I decided to bail – leaving the first floor of both buildings unexplored.
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