
The Gas Station on Ave B at 2nd St, a very avant garde art space had a yard with one of those junk metal constructions and the whiff of immortality when old nabe artists spoke the name. I remember it for having the very worst bathroom I have ever entered. The plumbing was broken. There was no water or even moisture at all. Somehow the atmosphere sucked everything wet out of the years of caked piss and excrement on the walls. An ancient six by eight space, wide enough to stand or sit and little else, [...]